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"
Very
probably
,
"
answered
the
low
and
slender
voice
of
Owen
.
"
Strength
is
an
earthly
monster
.
I
make
no
pretensions
to
it
.
My
force
,
whatever
there
may
be
of
it
,
is
altogether
spiritual
.
"
"
Well
,
but
,
Owen
,
what
are
you
about
?
"
asked
his
old
school
-
fellow
,
still
in
such
a
hearty
volume
of
tone
that
it
made
the
artist
shrink
,
especially
as
the
question
related
to
a
subject
so
sacred
as
the
absorbing
dream
of
his
imagination
.
"
Folks
do
say
that
you
are
trying
to
discover
the
perpetual
motion
.
"
"
The
perpetual
motion
?
Nonsense
!
"
replied
Owen
Warland
,
with
a
movement
of
disgust
;
for
he
was
full
of
little
petulances
.
"
It
can
never
be
discovered
.
It
is
a
dream
that
may
delude
men
whose
brains
are
mystified
with
matter
,
but
not
me
.
Besides
,
if
such
a
discovery
were
possible
,
it
would
not
be
worth
my
while
to
make
it
only
to
have
the
secret
turned
to
such
purposes
as
are
now
effected
by
steam
and
water
power
.
I
am
not
ambitious
to
be
honored
with
the
paternity
of
a
new
kind
of
cotton
machine
.
"
"
That
would
be
droll
enough
!
"
cried
the
blacksmith
,
breaking
out
into
such
an
uproar
of
laughter
that
Owen
himself
and
the
bell
glasses
on
his
work
-
board
quivered
in
unison
.
"
No
,
no
,
Owen
!
No
child
of
yours
will
have
iron
joints
and
sinews
.
Well
,
I
won
’
t
hinder
you
any
more
.
Good
night
,
Owen
,
and
success
,
and
if
you
need
any
assistance
,
so
far
as
a
downright
blow
of
hammer
upon
anvil
will
answer
the
purpose
,
I
’
m
your
man
.
"
And
with
another
laugh
the
man
of
main
strength
left
the
shop
.
"
How
strange
it
is
,
"
whispered
Owen
Warland
to
himself
,
leaning
his
head
upon
his
hand
,
"
that
all
my
musings
,
my
purposes
,
my
passion
for
the
beautiful
,
my
consciousness
of
power
to
create
it
,
—
a
finer
,
more
ethereal
power
,
of
which
this
earthly
giant
can
have
no
conception
,
—
all
,
all
,
look
so
vain
and
idle
whenever
my
path
is
crossed
by
Robert
Danforth
!
He
would
drive
me
mad
were
I
to
meet
him
often
.
His
hard
,
brute
force
darkens
and
confuses
the
spiritual
element
within
me
;
but
I
,
too
,
will
be
strong
in
my
own
way
.
I
will
not
yield
to
him
.
"
He
took
from
beneath
a
glass
a
piece
of
minute
machinery
,
which
he
set
in
the
condensed
light
of
his
lamp
,
and
,
looking
intently
at
it
through
a
magnifying
glass
,
proceeded
to
operate
with
a
delicate
instrument
of
steel
.
In
an
instant
,
however
,
he
fell
back
in
his
chair
and
clasped
his
hands
,
with
a
look
of
horror
on
his
face
that
made
its
small
features
as
impressive
as
those
of
a
giant
would
have
been
.
"
Heaven
!
What
have
I
done
?
"
exclaimed
he
.
"
The
vapor
,
the
influence
of
that
brute
force
,
—
it
has
bewildered
me
and
obscured
my
perception
.
I
have
made
the
very
stroke
—
the
fatal
stroke
—
that
I
have
dreaded
from
the
first
.
It
is
all
over
—
the
toil
of
months
,
the
object
of
my
life
.
I
am
ruined
!
"
