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Black, William, 1841-1898

"Sunrise"

That must have been the work of an idealist, perhaps of a dozen
of them, all adding and helping. I think he almost said as much to me
one night. His business is to keep the machinery in working order, and
he does it to perfection."
"There is one thing about him: he never forgets, and he never forgives.
You remember the story of Count Verdt?"
"I have cause to remember it. I thought for a moment the wretch had
committed suicide because I caught him cheating."
"I have been told that Lind played with that fellow like a cat with a
mouse. Verdt got hints from time to time that his punishment as a
traitor was overtaking him; and yet he was allowed to live on in
constant fear. And it was the Camorra, and not Lind, or any of Lind's
friends, who finished him after all."
"Well, that was implacable enough, to be sure; to have death dogging the
poor wretch's heels, and yet refusing to strike."
"For myself, I don't pity him much," said Lord Evelyn, as he rose and
buttoned his coat. "He was a fool to think he could play such a trick
and escape the consequences.


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