. Discords. ORDON was watchingthe clock with strangeimpatience. The mo-tion of those hesitatinghands lessened mo-mentarily the distancebetween him and oneof the great tragediesof his life. Yet he hun-gered for the silver chime of eight whichshould tell him that his hour was at hand. For years he had chosen the better part—or so he called it—of inaction in the worldsbusy doings. He had read and studied; hevalued most things justly, appreciated hisown powers and limitations accurately, andmade use of them wisely. Had the analyti-cal observer been asked to cite for demon-stration a mind perfectly
. Discords. ORDON was watchingthe clock with strangeimpatience. The mo-tion of those hesitatinghands lessened mo-mentarily the distancebetween him and oneof the great tragediesof his life. Yet he hun-gered for the silver chime of eight whichshould tell him that his hour was at hand. For years he had chosen the better part—or so he called it—of inaction in the worldsbusy doings. He had read and studied; hevalued most things justly, appreciated hisown powers and limitations accurately, andmade use of them wisely. Had the analyti-cal observer been asked to cite for demon-stration a mind perfectly balanced andexcellently adjusted, he could hardly havefailed to at least remember that of judicial poise and clarity of thought 177 DISCORDS were somewhat remarkable when oneconsidered that he had suffered from agreat and embittering injustice twenty yearsbefore,—an injustice which had seriouslyaffected his reputation, and might well havepoisoned his entire mind and nature. Aman had
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