In Sight of St. Paul's — page 150: what you’re looking at

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A SHOT IN THE DARK. ° 145 ‘Pm sorry, very sorry,’? said Harry, moved in spite of himself, and yet determined not to yield. ‘‘So sorry for the governor, but I can’t come home.”? ‘You can’t come home!’’ exclaimed Tom, losing his patience. It meant so much to him, and he was so confident that he saw infinitely clearer than his brother did, and yet he knew that nothing that he could say would open Harry’s eyes. Nevertheless he must make the effort. | “Where in Heaven’s name is your manhood ?”’ he continued, appealingly. ‘‘You. must come home. You shall! For once in your life let your better nature rule you. It’s not yourself that answers me. It’s not your father’s son, your mother’s child who speaks.’’ ‘TTom’s voice grew low and tremulous, and then, with sudden transition, as he remembered who had caused all this trouble, it rang out in almost de- nunciation: ‘‘No,: it is this woman, who governs you, this woman who is killing you and turning you into a parricide!’ ‘What???’ cried Harry, angrily. “T repeat it!’’? said Tom, doggedly, feeling all the time that he was making a mistake, and yet not knowing how to coy it without being false to himself. By the way, it is generally the tactful, not the truthful, who conquer in this world. Gomicbooks