[Deadham Hard by Lucas Malet]@TWC D-Link bookDeadham Hard CHAPTER IX 8/31
Before the Bhutpur appointment tested and confirmed his reputation as a most able if most autocratic ruler.
Before, finally, his term of service under the Ameer in Afghanistan--that extraordinary experience of alternate good and evil fortune in barbaric internecine warfare, the methods and sentiments of which represented a swing back of three or four centuries, Christianity, and the attitude of mind and conduct Christianity inculcates, no longer an even nominal factor, Mahomet, sword in hand, ruthlessly outriding Christ. He had done largely more than the average Englishman, of his age and station, towards the making of contemporary history.
Yet it occurred to him now, sitting at Damaris' bedside, those intervening years of strenuous public activity, of soldiering and of administration, along with the honours reaped in them, had procured cynically less substantial result, cynically less ostensible remainder, than the brief and hidden intrigue which preceded them.
They sank away as water spilt on sand--thus in his present pain he pictured it--leaving barely a trace.
While that fugitive and unlawful indulgence of the flesh not only begot flesh, but spirit,--a living soul, henceforth and eternally to be numbered among the imperishable generations of the tragic and marvellous children of men. Then, aware something stirred close to him, Charles Verity looked up sharply, turning his head; to find Damaris--raised on one elbow planted among the pillows--holding aside the dimity curtain and gazing wonderingly yet contentedly in his face. "Commissioner Sahib," she said, softly, "I didn't know you'd come back. I've had horrid bad dreams and seemed to see you--many of you--walking about.
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