Sue Chuc - Tapa blanda

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XV jFTER the big kindly man had been shown on his way, Fun returned to his sitting-room and sat down before the fire and fell into a state of semi-consciousness where the past became the actual; he lived through his boyhood, through the years of ambition and promise, through the crisis that marked the wrong turning; went along the road as it turned, always leading down and further down, until his days had become mere reflections of the preceding poppy-drugged nights; then of his meeting little Sue-Chuc, of the day, when, to give pleasure to a wronged and weary little girl, he had pulled up and for the nonce become the old Ah-day-Fun, and on and on his fancy carried him, through the years of work and study in Europe--the tremendous work, for he had to redeem those lost years and had to go to bed each night so body-brain-and heart-weary that the little demon voice calling, ever calling for its dream-stuff should be unheeded. Would he ever have stilled that voice, so long as life should last would he have to fight it, mayhap? At any rate the fight should be won, and by him. Each day that determination rose strong in him and helped him through. He had found that it must be a day-to-day fight, no chance was he given to forget the danger, to grow weak or careless. He smiled grimly. The clock struck the second hour of the morning and he roused from his musings, rose from the chair, raked together the embers still glowing, and turned to put out the light. As he stood with one hand outstretched towards the globe, his eyes rested upon the picture of the woman in the panel photograph opposite his desk and the pictured eyes gazed back into his; the peculiarity of that picture was that those remarkable eyes followed, some trick of focus or light, always from a...