Chapter 14

This man's metallic; at a sudden blow

His soul rings hard. I cannot lay my palm,

Trembling with life, upon that jointed brass.

I shudder at the cold unanswering touch;

But if it press me in response, I'm bruised.

THE next morning, when the Debarrys, including the rector, who had ridden over to the Manor early, were still seated at br