1/18 Mr.Hazlewood was a child at deceptions; and day by day his anxieties increased. His friends argued with him--his folly and weakness were the themes--and he must needs repel the argument though his thoughts echoed every word they used. Never was a man brought to such a piteous depth of misery by the practice of his own theories. He sat by the hour at his desk, burying his face amongst his papers if Dick came into the room, with a great show of occupation. |