He can see the thousand.

He provides laboriously against them.

He blocks every avenue of risk, he locks every dangerous door, and lo! there is the thousand-and-first right before him, yawning wide open, which he does not see--his Blind Peril!" "And what, High-Councillor Dessauer, is my blind peril ?" "I will tell you, Hugo," he said; "not that you will believe or alter a hair.

A man may do many things in this world, but one thing he cannot do.
He cannot kiss the fingers of a Princess--dainty fingers, too, separating finger from finger--and kiss also the Princess's maid of honor on the mouth.

The combination is certainly entertaining, but like the Friar's powder it is somewhat explosive." "And how," asked I, "may you know all that ?" The old man nodded his head sagely.
"Neither by ink-pool nor yet by scrying! All the same, I know.