The Precipice by Elia W. (Elia Wilkinson) Peattie
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great man--a man with a growing greatness. He had promulgated ideas so
daring that his brother scientists were embarrassed to know where to place him. There were those who thought of him as a brilliant charlatan; but the convincing intelligence and self-control of his glance repudiated that idea. The Faust-like aspect of the man might lay him open to the suspicion of having too experimental and inquisitive a mind. But he had, it would seem, no need for charlatanism. He came forward swiftly and grasped Kate's hand. "I remember you quite well," he said in his deep, vibratory tones. "Are you here for graduate work?" "No," said Kate; "I'm not so humble." "Not so humble?" He showed his magnificent teeth in a flashing but somewhat satiric smile. "I'm here for Life--not for study." "Not 'in for life,' but 'out' for it," he supplemented. "That's interesting. What is Honora suggesting to you? She's sure to have a theory of what will be best. Honora knows what will be best for almost everybody, but she sometimes has trouble in making others see it the same way." Honora seemed not to mind his chaffing. "Yes," she agreed, "I've already thought, but I haven't had time to tell Kate. Do you remember that Mrs. Goodrich said last night at dinner that |
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