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    The Inside of the Cup — Volume 04
    The Inside of the Cup — Volume 04
    The Inside of the Cup — Volume 04
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    The Inside of the Cup — Volume 04

    By Winston Churchill

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    Release dateNov 26, 2013
    The Inside of the Cup — Volume 04
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    Winston Churchill

    Sir Winston Churchill was a British military man, statesman, and Nobel-prize winning author, and, by virtue of his service during both the First and Second World Wars, is considered to be one of the greatest wartime leaders of the twentieth century. Born to the aristocracy, Churchill pursued a career in the British Army, seeing action in British India and in the Second Boer War, and later drew upon his experiences in these historic conflicts in his work as a war correspondent and writer. After retiring from active duty, Churchill moved into politics and went on to hold a number of important positions in the British government. He rose to the role of First Lord of the Admiralty during the First World War and later to the role of prime minister, a position that he held twice, from 1940-1945 and from 1951-1955. A visionary statesman, Churchill was remarkable for his ability to perceive emerging threats to international peace, and predicted the rise of Nazi Germany, the Second World War, and the Iron Curtain. In his later years Churchill returned to writing, penning the six-volume Second World War series, A History of the English-Speaking Peoples, and many other historical and biographical works. Winston Churchill died in 1965 and, after one of the largest state funerals to that point in time, was interred in his family’s burial plot.

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      The Inside of the Cup — Volume 04 - Winston Churchill

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      Title: The Inside of the Cup, Volume 4

      Author: Winston Churchill

      Release Date: October 17, 2004 [EBook #5359]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE INSIDE OF THE CUP, VOLUME 4 ***

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      THE INSIDE OF THE CUP

      By Winston Churchill

      Volume 4.

      XIII. WINTERBOURNE XIV. A SATURDAY AFTERNOON XV. THE CRUCIBLE XVI. AMID THE ENCIRCLING GLOOM

      CHAPTER XIII

      WINTERBOURNE

      I

      Hodder fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, awaking during the night at occasional intervals to recall chimerical dreams in which the events of the day before were reflected, but caricatured and distorted. Alison Parr was talking to the woman in the flat, and both were changed, and yet he identified both: and on another occasion he saw a familiar figure surrounded by romping, ragged children—a figure which turned out to be Eldon Parr's!

      Finally he was aroused by what seemed a summons from the unknown—the prolonged morning whistle of the shoe factory. For a while he lay as one benumbed, and the gradual realization that ensued might be likened to the straining of stiffened wounds. Little by little he reconstructed, until the process became unbearable, and then rose from his bed with one object in mind,—to go to Horace Bentley. At first—he seized upon the excuse that Mr. Bentley would wish to hear the verdict of Dr. Jarvis, but immediately abandoned it as dishonest, acknowledging the true reason, that in all the—world the presence of this one man alone might assuage in some degree the terror in his soul. For the first time in his life, since childhood, he knew a sense of utter dependence upon another human being. He felt no shame, would make no explanation for his early visit.

      He turned up Tower, deliberately avoiding Dalton Street in its lower part, reached Mr. Bentley's door. The wrinkled, hospitable old darky actually seemed to radiate something of the personality with which he had so long been associated, and Hodder was conscious of a surge of relief, a return of confidence at sight of him. Yes, Mr. Bentley was at home, in the dining room. The rector said he would wait, and not disturb him.

      He done tole me to bring you out, sah, if you come, said Sam.

      He expects me? exclaimed Hodder, with a shock of surprise.

      That's what he done tole me, sah, to ax you kindly for to step out when you come.

      The sun was beginning to penetrate into the little back yard, where the flowers were still glistening with the drops of their morning bath; and Mr. Bentley sat by the window reading his newspaper, his spectacles on his nose, and a great grey cat rubbing herself against his legs. He rose with alacrity.

      Good morning, sir, he said, and his welcome implied that early morning visits were the most common and natural of occurrences. Sam, a plate for Mr. Hodder. I was just hoping you would come and tell me what Dr. Jarvis had said about the case.

      But Hodder was not deceived. He believed that Mr. Bentley understood perfectly why he had come, and the knowledge of the old gentleman's comprehension curiously added to his sense of refuge. He found himself seated once more at the mahogany table, permitting Sam to fill his cup with coffee.

      Jarvis has given a favourable report, and he is coming this morning himself, in an automobile, to take the boy out to the hospital.

      That is like Jarvis, was Mr. Bentley's comment. We will go there, together, after breakfast, if convenient for you, he added.

      I hoped you would, replied the rector. And I was going to ask you a favour. I have a check, given me by a young lady to use at my discretion, and it occurred to me that Garvin might be willing to accept some proposal from you. He thought of Nan Ferguson, and of the hope he lead expressed of finding some one in Dalton Street.

      I have been considering the matter, Mr. Bentley said. I have a friend who lives on the trolley line a little beyond the hospital, a widow. It is like the country there, you know, and I think Mrs. Bledsoe could be induced to take the Garvins. And then something can be arranged for him. I will find an opportunity to speak to him this morning.

      Hodder sipped his coffee, and looked out at the morning-glories opening to the sun.

      Mrs. Garvin was alone last night. He had gone out shortly after we left, and had not waited for the doctor. She was greatly worried.

      Hodder found himself discussing these matters on which, an hour before, he had feared to permit his mind to dwell. And presently, not without feeling, but in a manner eliminating all account of his personal emotions, he was relating that climactic episode of the woman at the piano. The old gentleman listened intently, and in silence.

      Yes, he said, when the rector had finished, that is my observation. Most of them are driven to the life, and held in it, of course, by a remorseless civilization. Individuals may be culpable, Mr. Hodder—are culpable. But we cannot put the whole responsibility on individuals.

      No, Hodder assented, I can see that now. He paused a moment, and as his mind dwelt upon the scene and he saw again the woman standing before him in bravado, the whole terrible meaning of her life and end flashed through him as one poignant sensation. Her dauntless determination to accept the consequence of her acts, her willingness to look her future in the face, cried out to him in challenge.

      She refused unconditionally, he said.

      Mr. Bentley seemed to read his thought, divine his appeal.

      We must wait, he answered.

      Do you think?— Hodder began, and stopped abruptly.

      I remember another case, somewhat similar, said Mr. Bentley. This woman, too, had the spirit you describe—we could do nothing with her. We kept an eye on her—or rather Sally Grover did—she deserves credit —and finally an occasion presented itself.

      And the woman you speak of was—rehabilitated? Hodder asked.

      He avoided the word saved.

      Yes, sir. It was one of the fortunate cases. There are others which are not so fortunate.

      Hodder nodded.

      We are beginning to recognize that we are dealing, in, many instances, with a disease, Mr. Bentley went on. I am far from saying that it cannot be cured, but sometimes we are forced to admit that the cure is not within our power, Mr. Hodder.

      Two thoughts struck the rector simultaneously, the: revelation of what might be called a modern enlightenment in one of Mr. Bentley's age, an indication of uninterrupted growth, of the sense of continued youth which had impressed him from the beginning; and, secondly, an intimation from the use of the plural pronoun we, of an association of workers (informal, undoubtedly) behind Mr. Bentley. While he was engaged in these speculations the door opened.

      Heah's Miss Sally, Marse Ho'ace, said Sam.

      Good morning, Sally, said Mr. Bentley, rising from the table with his customary courtesy, I'm glad you came in. Let me introduce Mr. Hodder, of St. John's.

      Miss

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