The Tocsin made what it could of this, and so dexterously that the wrath of Canaan was one farther jot increased against the shyster.Ay, the town was hot, inside and out.
Let us consider the Forum.Was there ever before such a summer for the "National House"corner? How voices first thundered there, then cracked and piped, is not to be rendered in all the tales of the fathers.One who would make vivid the great doings must indeed "dip his brush in earthquake and eclipse"; even then he could but picture the credible, and must despair of this: the silence of Eskew Arp.Not that Eskew held his tongue, not that he was chary of speech--no!
O tempora, O mores! NO! But that he refused the subject in hand, that he eschewed expression upon it and resolutely drove the argument in other directions, that he achieved such superbly un-Arplike inconsistency; and with such rich material for his sardonic humors, not at arm's length, not even so far as his finger-tips, but beneath his very palms, he rejected it: this was the impossible fact.
Eskew--there is no option but to declare--was no longer Eskew.It is the truth; since the morning when Ariel Tabor came down from Joe's office, leaving her offering of white roses in that dingy, dusty, shady place, Eskew had not been himself.