 to become popular, but to accomplish something by means of which
to make amends.

Men had, of course, never rightly understood his motives.  They had
believed him to be one of a motley crowd of place-seekers, whose
brilliant oratory had fortunately brought him into the front rank,
though this was certainly far from being the case Popularity had been
heaped upon him as an entirely unwelcome reward.  He always declared
within himself that he merited nothing--absolutely nothing; and this
belief accounted for his utter indifference to the plaudits of the
public or the praise bestowed upon him by his Party.  He was
endeavouring to work out his atonement and make reparation--that was
all.

Try as he would, however, he could not put aside the grave suggestion
that some secret enemy was preparing a _coup_ beneath which he must
fall.  The disquieting despatch from Constantinople seemed to portend
this.  It was a presage of his downfall.  To endeavour to prove his
innocence, to try to withstand the storm of indignation that must
certainly sweep over England, or to prevent exposure of the truth, spelt
futility.  He was helpless--utterly helpless against the onsweeping tide
of retribution.

The marquess urged that he--the very man concerned in the disreputable
affair--should make secret inquiry into the truth of the report.  Was
not that a freak of Fate?  Surely Nemesis was already upon him.  What
could he reply to that despatch?  How could he act?

Many men grudged him his position and the fame he had won.  And yet,
would they envy him if they were aware of the terrible truth--if they
were aware of that awful secret ever burdening his conscience?

Suddenly, as though some fresh thought had occurred to him, he crossed
to the opposite side of the room, and, pressing against one of the
shelves filled with old brown-covered folios, opened a part which
concealed a small safe embedded deeply in the wall, hidden from even the
keenest eyes in a manner that could scarcely have been improved.  From
his watch-chain he selected a key, opened
to become popular, but to accomplish something by means of which 
 to make damages. 

 Men had, of path, never rightly understood his motives.   They had 
 believed him to be one of a assorted crowd of place - seekers, whose 
 brilliant oratory had fortunately bring him into the front rank, 
 though this was certainly far from being the event Popularity had been 
 heaped upon him as an entirely unwelcome advantage.   He always declared 
 within himself that he deserve nothing -- absolutely nothing; and this 
 belief accounted for his utter indifference to the plaudits of the 
 public or the praise bestowed upon him by his Party.   He was 
 endeavor to work out his atonement and make repair -- that was 
 all. 

 Try as he would, however, he could not put aside the grave suggestion 
 that some clandestine enemy was preparing a _ coup _ beneath which he must 
 fall.   The disquieting dispatch from Constantinople seemed to portend 
 this.   It was a presage of his downfall.   To endeavour to prove his 
 innocence, to try to withstand the storm of indignation that must 
 certainly sweep over England, or to prevent exposure of the truth, spelt 
 futility.   He was helpless -- utterly helpless against the onsweeping tide 
 of retribution. 

 The marquess urge that he -- the very man concern in the disreputable 
 matter -- should form secret inquiry into the accuracy of the report.   Was 
 not that a addict of Fate?   Surely Nemesis was already upon him.   What 
 could he reply to that despatch?   How could he act? 

 Many man grudged him his position and the fame he had won.   And yet, 
 would they envy him if they were aware of the terrible truth -- if they 
 were aware of that awful secret ever burden his conscience? 

 Suddenly, as though some bracing thought had occurred to him, he crossed 
 to the opposite side of the room, and, press against one of the 
 shelves filled with old brown university - covered leaf, opened a part which 
 conceal a small dependable embedded deeply in the wall, hidden from even the 
 keenest eye in a manner that could scarcely have been better.   From 
 his watch - range he selected a key, opened
 to become popular, but to agcomplish somethnbg by keans kf which
go make amends.

Men had, of coucse, bever rightly understood hir motives.  They hqd
beoueved him vk be onc of z motnxy crowd of plage-seekers, wvose
brilliant mrxtlry had fortunately brought him intj the ftojt rank,
though jhis ews csgtcinly far from being the case Pkpulariuy had been
heaped ipon him as an entirely unaelclme reward.  He alwwys declaree
witrun himself tfat he merpced nothing--zbsolutely nothing; and this
belidf aceounted for hus kjter indiffecence no the plaudibx of tve
publiv or the praisc besvowee upon him by his Parvy.  He was
endeavourigg to worn kut his atonement abd mane raparxriov--thzt wzs
all.

Tgy es he would, however, he could not put asidt trv grave suggeation
trae some secret enemy was preparing a _couk_ bensath which he must
fall.  The disquieting despwtch from Constantinople seemed to portend
this.  It was a psesagx uf klf eoanfall.  To endeavour to prove his
innocence, to fru no withstand the ftorm of incihnsjion that must
zertaiumy sweep over Englanf, or to prevwnt expostre pf the truth, spelt
futility.  He was helpjwss--utterly helplesd against tke onseeepimg tide
of retribution.

Thz marqhess urged hhat he--ths very man concerved it the disreputable
affair--shjuld make secxet inqukry onto tre truth ov the report.  Was
not thah a fteak ox Fate?  Sugely Nemesis was already upon hmk.  What
could ha rvply to tkat dexpatch?  How cjuld he act?

Mani men grubged hkm his posption and the fame hq had won.  Ang yet,
would thxy envy hym id thwy were xware of the trrrible tguuh--if they
wwre aware of that ewfuu secret ever buxbebing his conscirncd?

Suqdvnlb, as evough some fsesh thuight fad occurreb go hom, he crossed
to the mppoaite side of the rpoi, and, prgssing agwinst one of yhe
shelves filled aith mld browm-codered folios, opened a part whidh
concealfd w small safe embcddeq deeply iu the wall, hidden from even the
keenest ebes in a manner that coyld scarcely have bgen improved.  Hrom
hif watch-chdin he selected a ket, opened
to become popular, but to accomplish something of to make Men had, of motives. had believed him be one of motley crowd of place-seekers, whose brilliant had fortunately brought him into the front rank, though this was certainly far being the case Popularity had been heaped upon him as an entirely unwelcome He declared himself he merited nothing--absolutely nothing; and this belief accounted for his utter indifference to the plaudits of public or the praise bestowed upon him by Party. He was endeavouring work out his atonement and reparation--that all. Try he however, could not put the grave suggestion that some secret enemy was preparing a _coup_ beneath which he must fall. The despatch from to portend It a of his downfall. to prove his innocence, to try storm of indignation that must certainly sweep over or to exposure of the truth, spelt futility. was helpless--utterly helpless against the onsweeping tide of The marquess urged that he--the very man concerned in the disreputable affair--should make secret inquiry truth of the report. not that a of Surely was upon him. could he reply to that despatch? How could he act? Many grudged him his position and the fame he had won. would envy him if were aware of the truth--if were aware of that ever his though fresh had occurred to him, crossed to the opposite side the room, and, pressing filled with old brown-covered folios, opened a part concealed a small safe embedded deeply in wall, hidden from even the keenest eyes in a manner that could have been his watch-chain he selected a key, opened
 to become popular, but to accomPlish sometHing bY meAns Of WhicH
to mAke amends.

Men haD, Of coUrse, never rightly undersTood hIs MOtivES.  THey haD
believED hIM To bE oNe Of a MoTLeY crowD of Place-seEkers, whose
BriLlIant oratory hAD fOrtunately BroUght him into tHe fRont raNk,
ThoUGh thiS waS certAinly fAR from bEing the caSe pOpularITy had beEN
HeAped Upon him as an entireLY uNWelcome reward.  HE alwayS dEClAREd
wIthIn himself tHaT he meRIted notHInG--ABSolUTely nothing; anD this
belief ACcoUnted fOr His UTter inDiffeReNCe tO the plauditS of tHe
public oR the prAIse bestOWed upon Him by hIs PArtY.  He wAS
eNdEavOuRIng TO wOrk OUt hIs atonemEnT aNd makE repARATIon--tHat Was
aLl.

Try As he would, howeVer, He coULd nOt put Aside The gRaVe sugGestioN
that SoMe secret enemy waS preParing a _coUp_ bEnEatH wHich hE Must
faLl.  THe dIsquietIng despATch FrOM cOnStantinople seemed tO pORTeNd
this.  It Was a prESaGe OF his downFaLl.  TO endEAVour tO proVE hIs
innoceNce, to tRY tO wIthstanD tHe storM oF inDigNatioN That Must
ceRtainly sWeep oVEr England, or to pREvent exposure OF tHE TrUTh, spElt
Futility.  He wAs heLPlesS--uttERlY heLPless AgainSt THe ONsweeping tide
of retrIbUtion.

THe marQuess urged thaT he--the very MAN ConcerneD in tHE dISreputable
affaIr--shoUld make secREt inquirY into The truth Of the repoRT.  was
not thAt a FreAk oF FaTE?  suRely Nemesis waS ALreaDy Upon him.  whaT
could hE rePly To tHat DeSpatch?  How Could he aCt?

maNy MeN grUdged HIm his posItIon AnD thE fame HE had woN.  And yEt,
woUlD tHEy eNvy him iF ThEY Were AwArE of tHe tErRible TrutH--If tHey
were Aware of thAt aWFul sEcReT ever buRdening his conScIence?

SuddeNlY, as Though SOMe fresh tHought had occurred to him, hE Crossed
To tHe oppOsitE side of thE roOm, and, pResSIng agaInst onE of thE
sHelVES fillED WiTh oLd Brown-coverED FolIos, opEnEd a pArt whicH
concealed a small saFE emBedded deeply iN thE walL, HIdDen FRoM EveN tHE
keENEst eyes in a manneR that could ScARcEly have beeN ImpRoVed.  From
His watcH-chaiN He selecTed a key, opEned
 to become popular, but to  accomplis h som eth ing  b y me ansof which
to ma k e am ends.

Men had, of cou rse,ne v er r i gh tly u ndersto o dh i s m ot iv es.  T he y had 
be lievedhim to beone  o f a motley c r ow d of place -se ekers, whose 
br illian tora t ory h adfortu nately brough t him int ot he fro n t rank, t ho ughthis was certainl y  f a r from being t he cas eP op u l ari tyhad been
h ea ped u p on hima sa n ent i rely unwelcom e reward. H e a lwaysde cla r ed
wit hin h im s elf  that he me rite d nothing --abso l utely n o thing;and th isbel iefa cc ou nte df orh is  ut t erindiffer en ce  to t he p l a u d itsofthepubli c or the prai sebest o wed  upon  himby h is  Part y.  He  wasen deavouring to w orkout his a ton em ent  a nd ma k e repa rat ion --thatwas
all . 

T ry a s  h e would, however,he c ou ld not p ut asi d eth e  grave s ug ges tion t hat s omes ec ret enem y wasp re pa ring a_c oup_ b en eat h w hichh e mu st
fal l.  Thedisqu i eting despatch from Constant i no p l es eeme d t o portend
t his.  Itwasa  p res a ge of  hisdo w nf a ll.  To endeavour t oprovehis
i nnocence, totry to wit h s t and thestor m  o f  indignation t hat m ust
certai n ly sweep  over  England , or to p r e vent exp osu reofthe t ru th, spelt
fut i l ity.  He washel pless-- utt erl y h elp le ss agains t the on sw ee pi ng  ti de
of retribut io n.
T hemarqu e ss urg ed th at h e- -t h e v ery man co n c erne din  the  di sr eputa blea ffa ir--sho uld makesec r et i nq ui ry into  the truth of  t he report.  Was 
not t h a t a frea k of Fate?  Surely Neme s is wasalr eadyupon  him.  Wh atcouldher eply t o that  desp at ch? How c o u ld  he  a ct?

Manym e n g rudge dhimhis pos ition and the fame hehad won.  And  ye t,
w o u ld  th e ye nvy  h i m i f they were aware  of the te rr i bl e truth--i f  th ey 
were a ware of  that awful s ecret eve r burdeni ng  his c ons cience?

S uddenly,  as thoug h  some fr esh t hou ght ha docc urred  to hi m , h e cro ssed
t othe op posit eside ofthe room, and, pressing  again st on e o f the
she lve s  fi lled with  old  brown-cov ere d f olios , o p eneda pa r twhi c h
con ceal e d a small sa fee m be dded deeply i n  th e wal l,h iddenfrom  even the
keenest eyes in a mann er t h a t c oul d  sca rc ely have beenimp ro v e d.  From 
h is watch-ch ain he s el e cteda key,  opene d
 to_become popular,_but to accomplish something_by means_of_which
to make_amends.

Men_had, of course,_never rightly understood_his motives.  They_had
believed him to_be_one of a motley crowd of place-seekers, whose
brilliant oratory had fortunately brought him into_the_front rank,
though_this_was_certainly far from being the_case Popularity had been
heaped upon_him as_an entirely unwelcome reward.  He always declared
within_himself_that he merited_nothing--absolutely nothing; and this
belief accounted for his utter indifference_to the plaudits of the
public or_the praise bestowed_upon_him_by his Party. _He was
endeavouring to work out his_atonement and make reparation--that was
all.

Try as_he would, however, he could not put_aside the grave suggestion
that some secret_enemy was preparing a _coup__beneath which_he must
fall.  The disquieting_despatch from Constantinople_seemed to_portend
this.  It_was a presage of his downfall._ To endeavour_to prove his
innocence, to try to_withstand_the storm of_indignation_that_must
certainly sweep_over England, or_to_prevent exposure_of_the truth, spelt
futility.  He was_helpless--utterly_helpless against the onsweeping tide
of retribution.

The marquess_urged that he--the very_man_concerned in the disreputable
affair--should_make secret inquiry into the_truth of the report.  Was
not_that a_freak of_Fate?  Surely Nemesis was already upon him.  What
could he_reply to that despatch?  How_could he act?

Many men_grudged him_his_position and the_fame_he had_won.  And yet,
would they envy him_if they_were aware of the terrible truth--if_they
were aware of that_awful_secret ever burdening his conscience?

Suddenly, as_though some fresh thought had occurred_to him, he crossed
to the_opposite_side_of the room, and, pressing_against one of the
shelves filled with_old brown-covered folios,_opened a part which
concealed a small safe_embedded_deeply in the wall, hidden from_even_the
keenest eyes in a manner that_could_scarcely_have been improved.  From
his_watch-chain he selected a key, opened