'
'And am I to have had all this journey for nothing? You will have made
a fool of me in writing to me.'
'I intended to be honest, Mr Glascock.'
'Stick to your honesty, and send the boy back to his mother. It will be
better for you, Trevelyan.'
'Better for me! Nothing can be better for me. All must be worst. It
will be better for me, you say; and you ask me to give up the last drop
of cold water wherewith I can touch my parched lips. Even in my hell I
had so much left to me of a limpid stream, and you tell me that it will
be better for me to pour it away. You may take him, Mr Glascock. The
woman will make him ready for you. What matters it whether the fiery
furnace be heated seven times, or only six; in either degree the flames
are enough! You may take him, you may take him!' So saying, Trevelyan
walked out of the window, leaving Mr Glascock seated in his chair. He
walked out of the window and went down among the olive trees. He did
not go far, however, but stood with his arm round the stem of one of
them, playing with the shoots of a vine with his hand.
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