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years for the right to kiss her。 And you make light of it。 You think 

little o’ doing what may damage other folks; so as you get your bit 

o’ trifling; as means nothing。 I throw back your favours; for you’re 

not   the   man   I   took   you   for。   I’ll   never   count   you   my   friend   any 

more。   I’d   rather   you’d   act   as   my   enemy;   and   fight   me   where   I 

stand—it’s all th’ amends you can make me。” 

    Poor   Adam;   possessed   by   rage   that   could   find   no   other   vent; 

began to throw off his coat and his cap; too blind with passion to 

notice   the   change   that   had   taken   place   in   Arthur   while   he   was 

speaking。 Arthur’s lips were now as pale as Adam’s; his heart was 

beating     violently。    The   discovery     that   Adam     loved    Hetty    was   a 

shock which made him for the moment see himself in the light of 

Adam’s indignation; and regard Adam’s suffering as not merely a 

consequence; but an element of his error。 The words of hatred and 



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contempt—the   first   he   had   ever   heard         in  his   life—seemed      like 

scorching missiles that were making ineffaceable scars on him。 All 

screening   self…excuse;   which   rarely   falls   quite   away   while   others 

respect   us;   forsook   him   for   an   instant;   and   he   stood   face   to   face 

with the first great irrevocable evil he had ever committed。 He was 

only twenty…one; and three months ago—nay; much later—he had 

thought proudly that no man should ever be able to reproach him 

justly。   His   first  impulse;     if  there  had    been    time   for  it;  would 

perhaps   have been   to  utter  words   of  propitiation; but  Adam   had 

no sooner thrown off his coat and cap than he became aware that 

Arthur     was    standing     pale   and   motionless;     with   his   hands    still 

thrust in his waistcoat pockets。 

    “What!” he said; “won’t you  fight  me   like a   man?  You  know  I 

won’t strike you while you stand so。” 

    “Go away; Adam;” said Arthur; “I don’t want to fight you。” 

    “No;”   said   Adam;   bitterly;   “you   don’t   want   to   fight   me—you 

think I’m a common man; as you can injure without answering for 

it。” 

    “I   never    meant     to  injure   you;”   said   Arthur;    with    returning 

anger。 “I didn’t know you loved her。” 

    “But you’ve made her love you;” said Adam。 “You’re a double… 

faced man—I’ll never believe a word you say again。” 

    “Go   away;   I   tell   you;”   said   Arthur;   angrily;   “or   we   shall   both 

repent。” 

    “No;”   said   Adam;   with   a   convulsed   voice;   “I   swear   I   won’t   go 

away without fighting you。 Do you want provoking any more? I tell 

you you’re a coward and a scoundrel; and I despise you。” 

    The   colour  had   all  rushed back   to  Arthur’s   face;   in   a moment 

his right hand was clenched; and dealt a blow like lightning; which 



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sent Adam staggering backward。 His blood was as thoroughly up 

as Adam’s now; and the two men; forgetting the emotions that had 

gone before;   fought  with  the   instinctive   fierceness   of  panthers   in 

the deepening twilight darkened by the trees。 The delicate…handed 

gentleman       was    a  match     for   the   workman       in  everything      but 

strength;   and   Arthur’s   skill   enabled   him   to   protract   the   struggle 

for some long moments。 But between unarmed men the battle is to 

the   strong;   where   the   strong   is   no   blunderer;   and   Arthur   must 

sink under a well…planted blow of Adam’s as a steel rod is broken 

by an iron bar。 The blow soon came; and Arthur fell; his head lying 

concealed   in   a   tuft   of   fern;   so   that   Adam   could   only   discern   his 

darkly clad body。 

    He stood still in the dim light waiting for Arthur to rise。 

    The   blow   had   been     given   now;    towards     which   he   had    been 

straining   all   the   force   of   nerve   and   muscle—and   what   was   the 

good of it? What had he done by fighting? Only satisfied his own 

passion;   only   wreaked   his   own   vengeance。   He   had   not   rescued 

Hetty; nor changed the past—there it was; just as it had been; and 

he sickened at the vanity of his own rage。 

    But why did not Arthur rise? He was perfectly motionless; and 

the time seemed long to Adam。 Good God! had the blow been too 

much      for  him?     Adam     shuddered       at  the   thought     of  his  own 

strength;   as   with   the   oncoming   of   this   dread   he   knelt   down   by 

Arthur’s side and lifted his head from among the fern。 There was 

no sign of life: the eyes and teeth were set。 The horror that rushed 

over Adam completely mastered him; and forced upon him its own 

belief。 He could feel nothing but that  death  was   in   Arthur’s   face; 

and     that   he   was    helpless    before    it。  He    made     not   a  single 

movement; but knelt like an image of despair gazing at an image 



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of death。 



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                           Chapter XXVIII 



                               A Dilemma 



     t   was   only   a  few  minutes    measured     by  the   clock—though 

     Adam   always   thought   it   had   been   a   long   while—before   he 

I 

     perceived   a   gleam   of   consciousness   in   Arthur’s    face   and  a 

slight   shiver   through   his   frame。   The   intense   joy   that   flooded   his 

soul brought back some of the old affection with it。 

   “Do     you   feel  any   pain;   sir?”   he   said;  tenderly;   loosening 

Arthur’s cravat。 

   Arthur turned his eyes on Adam with a vague stare which gave 

way to a slightly startled motion as if from the shock of returning 

memory。 But he only shivered again and said nothing。 

   “Do you feel any hurt; sir?” Adam said again; with a trembling 

in his voice。 

   Arthur   put   his   hand    up  to   his  waistcoat   buttons;   and  when 

Adam had unbuttoned it; he took a longer breath。 “Lay  my  head 

down;” he said; faintly; “and get me some water if you can。” 

   Adam      laid  the   head    down    gently   on   the   fern  again;   and 

emptying the tools out of the flag…basket; hurried through the trees 

to the edge   of  the  Grove  bordering  on   the  Chase;  where  a brook 

ran below the bank。 

   When   he   returned   with   his   basket   leaking;   but   still   half…full; 

Arthur     looked    at  him    with   a   more    thoroughly     reawakened 

consciousness。 

   “Can     you   drink   a  drop   out  o’  your  hand;    sir?”  said  Adam; 

kneeling down again to lift up Arthur’s head。 



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    “No;” said Arthur; “dip my cravat in and souse it on my head。” 

    The water seemed to do him some good; for he presently raised 

himself a little higher; resting on Adam’s arm。 

    “Do you feel any hurt inside sir?” Adam asked again 

    “No—no 

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