Part 102 (2/2)
”It is well,” he murmured
CHAPTER LIV
THE WORM TURNS
Potts departed from the Hall in deep dejection The tre; and now that this eneh soainst that being a struggle seeainst Fate It ith so as this that he left Brandon Hall forever
All of his grand projects had broken down, suddenly and utterly He had not a ray of hope left of ever regaining the position which he had but recently occupied He was thrust back to the obscurity fro troubled him Would the power of his reeance end here? He could scarce hope for this He judged that enemy by himself, and he knew that he would not stop in the search after vengeance, that nothing short of the fullest and direst ruin--nothing, in fact, short of death itself would satisfy him
John ith him, and Vijal, who alone out of all the servants had followed his fortunes These three walked down and passed through the gates together, and eed into the outer world in silence But when they had left the gates the silence ended
”Well, dad!” said John, ”what are you going to do now?”
”I don't know”
”Have you any money?”
”Four thousand pounds in the bank”
”Not much, dad,” said John, slowly, ”for aout at the little end of the horn”
Potts made no reply
”At any rate there's one comfort,” said John, ”even about that”
”What comfort?”
”Why, you went in at the little end”
They walked on in silence
”You ,” said John at last
”What can I do?”
”You won't let that fellow ride the high horse in this style, will you?”
”How can I help it?”
”You can't help it; but you can strike a blow yourself”
”How?”
”How? You've struck blows before to some purpose, I think”