The eagle's shadow -- . bol of what hehad achieved in life. He had started (as thephrase runs) from nothing; he had made himself apower. To him, the Eagle meant that crude,incalculable power of wealth he gloried in. Andto Billy Woods, the Eagle meant identically thesame thing, and—I am sorry to say—he began tosuspect that the Eagle was really the audience towhom Miss Hugonins friends so zealously played. Perhaps the misanthropy of Mr. Woods was notwholly unconnected with the fact that Margaretnever looked at him. Shed show him!—thefortune-hunter! So her eyes never strayed toward him; and herat
The eagle's shadow -- . bol of what hehad achieved in life. He had started (as thephrase runs) from nothing; he had made himself apower. To him, the Eagle meant that crude,incalculable power of wealth he gloried in. Andto Billy Woods, the Eagle meant identically thesame thing, and—I am sorry to say—he began tosuspect that the Eagle was really the audience towhom Miss Hugonins friends so zealously played. Perhaps the misanthropy of Mr. Woods was notwholly unconnected with the fact that Margaretnever looked at him. Shed show him!—thefortune-hunter! So her eyes never strayed toward him; and herattention never left him. At the end of luncheonshe could have enumerated for you every morselhe had eaten, every glare he had directed towardKennaston, every beseeching look he had turnedto her. Of course, he had taken sherry—drysherry. Hadnt he told her four years ago—itwas the first day she had ever worn the whiteorgandie dotted with purple sprigs, and they satby the lake so late that afternoon that Frederick. Billy Woods THE EAGLES SHADOW - 6i R. Woods finally sent for them to come to dinner—hadnt he told her then that only women andchildren cared for sweet wines? Of course hehad—the villain ! Billy, too, had his emotions. To hear thatparagon, that queen among women, descant ofwork done in the slums and of the mysteries ofsweat-shops; to hear her state off-hand that therewere seventeen hundred and fifty thousandchildren between the ages of ten and fifteen yearsemployed in the mines and factories of the UnitedStates; to hear her discourse of foreign missionsas glibly as though she had been bom and nurturedin Zambesi Land: all these things filled him withan odd sense of alienation. He wasnt worthy ofher, and that was a fact. He was only a dumbidiot, and half the words that were falling thickand fast from philanthropic lips about him mightas well have been hailstones, for all the benefithe was deriving from them. He couldnt under-stand half she said. In consequence
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