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took any notice of him, luckily; and with a violent effort he set to work mechanically to disentangle his line. He felt completely carried off his moral and intellectual legs, as if he had lost his standing-point in the invisible world. Besides which, the deep, loving loyalty which he felt for his old leader made the shock intensely painful. It was the first great wrench of his life, the first gap which the angel Death had made in his circle, and he felt numbed, and beaten down, and spiritless. Well, well! I believe it was good for him and for many others in like case; who had to learn by that loss, that the soul of man cannot stand or lean upon any human prop, however strong, and wise, and good; but that He upon whom alone it can stand and lean will knock away all such props in His own wise and merciful way, until there is no ground or stay left but Himself, the Rock of Ages, upon whom alone a sure foundation for every soul of man is laid.
As he wearily labored at his line, the thought struck him, "It may all be false, a mere newspaper lie," and he strode up to the recumbent smoker.
"Let me look at the paper," said he.
"Nothing else in it," answered the other, handing it up to him, listlessly. "Hullo, Brown! what's the matter, old fellow—ain't you well?"
"Where is it?" said Tom, turning over the leaves, his hands trembling, and his eyes swimming, so that he could not read.
"What? What are you looking for?" said his friend, jumping up and looking over his shoulder.
"That—about Arnold," said Tom.
"Oh, here," said the other, putting his finger on the paragraph.
Tom read it over and over again; there could be no mistake of identity, though the account was short enough.
"Thank you," said he at last, dropping the paper. "I shall go for a walk: don't you and Herbert wait supper for me." And away he strode, up over the moor at the back of the house, to be alone, and master his grief, if possible.
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