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           "Thatwouldbedrollenough!"criedtheblacksmith,breakingoutintosuchanuproaroflaughterthatOwenhimselfandthebellglassesonhiswork-boardquiveredinunison."No,no,Owen!Nochildofyourswillhaveironjointsandsinews.Well,Iwon’thinderyouanymore.Goodnight,Owen,andsuccess,andifyouneedanyassistance,sofarasadownrightblowofhammeruponanvilwillanswerthepurpose,I’myourman."

           Andwithanotherlaughthemanofmainstrengthlefttheshop.

           "Howstrangeitis,"whisperedOwenWarlandtohimself,leaninghisheaduponhishand,"thatallmymusings,mypurposes,mypassionforthebeautiful,myconsciousnessofpowertocreateit,—afiner,moreetherealpower,ofwhichthisearthlygiantcanhavenoconception,—all,all,looksovainandidlewhenevermypathiscrossedbyRobertDanforth!HewoulddrivememadwereItomeethimoften.Hishard,bruteforcedarkensandconfusesthespiritualelementwithinme;butI,too,willbestronginmyownway.Iwillnotyieldtohim."

           Hetookfrombeneathaglassapieceofminutemachinery,whichhesetinthecondensedlightofhislamp,and,lookingintentlyatitthroughamagnifyingglass,proceededtooperatewithadelicateinstrumentofsteel.Inaninstant,however,hefellbackinhischairandclaspedhishands,withalookofhorroronhisfacethatmadeitssmallfeaturesasimpressiveasthoseofagiantwouldhavebeen.

           "Heaven!WhathaveIdone?"exclaimedhe."Thevapor,theinfluenceofthatbruteforce,—ithasbewilderedmeandobscuredmyperception.