But the eyes forbade that conclusion. There was
something that brooded and commanded in those eyes, something that might
lock the jaw like iron and make their possessor a hammer to break or bend
the world.
Mr. Lovel stirred the fire very deliberately and sat himself in the second
of the two winged chairs.
"The King?" he queried. "You were in two minds when we last spoke on the
matter. I hoped I had persuaded you. Has some new perplexity arisen?"
The other shook his big head, so that for a moment he had the look of a
great bull that paws the ground before charging.
"I have no clearness," he said, and the words had such passion behind them
that they were almost a groan.
Lovel lay back in his chair with his finger tips joined, like a
jurisconsult in the presence of a client. "Clearness in such matters is not
for us mortals," he said. "You are walking dark corridors which the lamp of
the law does not light. You are not summoned to do justice, being no judge,
but to consider the well-being of the State.
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