His instincts had more or less subconsciously warned him that it would
not be well for his peace of mind or the good of his soul to be in
intimate daily contact with Sophie Carr. But his general inability to
cope with emergencies--which was patent enough to a practical man if not
wholly so to himself--culminating in this misadventure with a sharp axe,
had brought about that very circumstance.
He had not looked for such a kindly office on the part of Sam Carr. That
individual's caustic utterances and critical attitude toward theology
had not forewarned Thompson that sympathy and kindliness were
fundamental attributes with Sam Carr. If he had an acid tongue his heart
was tender enough. But Carr was no sentimentalist. When he had bestowed
Thompson in a comfortable room and painstakingly dressed the injured
foot he left his patient much to his own devices--and to the
ministrations of his daughter.
As a consequence, while the wound in his foot healed rapidly, Mr.
Thompson suffered a more grievous injury to his heart. Sophie Carr
affected him much as strong drink affects men with weak heads. The more
he saw of her the more he desired to see, to feast his eyes on her
loveliness--and invariably, when alone, to berate himself for such a
weakness.
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