CHAPTER IX: HARRY VERNEY HEARS HIS LAST SHOT FIRED
CHAPTER X: ‘MURDER WILL OUT,’ AND LOVE TOO
CHAPTER XI: THUNDERSTORM THE FIRST
CHAPTER XII: THUNDERSTORM THE SECOND
CHAPTER XIII: THE VILLAGE REVEL
CHAPTER XIV: WHAT’S TO BE DONE?
CHAPTER XV: DEUS E MACHINÂ
CHAPTER XVI: ONCE IN A WAY
CHAPTER XVII: THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH
EPILOGUE
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This little tale was written between two and three years ago, in the hope that it might help to call the attention of wiser and better men than I am, to the questions which are now agitating the minds of the rising generation, and to the absolute necessity of solving them at once and earnestly, unless we would see the faith of our forefathers crumble away beneath the combined influence of new truths which are fancied to be incompatible with it, and new mistakes as to its real essence. That this can be done I believe and know: if I had not believed it, I would never have put pen to paper on the subject.
I believe that the ancient Creed, the Eternal Gospel, will stand, and conquer, and prove its might in this age, as it has in every other for eighteen hundred years, by claiming, and subduing, and organising those young anarchic forces, which now, unconscious of their parentage, rebel against Him to whom they owe their being.
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Claude opened his sketch-book.
‘We shall get swamped in these metaphysical oceans, my dear dreamer. But lo, here come a couple, as near ideals as any in these degenerate days—the two poles of beauty: the milieu of which would be Venus with us Pagans, or the Virgin Mary with the Catholics. Look at them! Honoria the dark—symbolic of passionate depth; Argemone the fair, type of intellectual light! Oh, that I were a Zeuxis to unite them instead of having to paint them in two separate pictures, and split perfection in half, as everything is split in this piecemeal world!’
