{"id":"01KG8AN37KBWYFGP9ZZDYH58ZB","cid":"bafkreic7cbamlmgozd5vv35q3e5kzl63vrzkpirbyeb5thaidjmiul5ska","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":4500,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.918Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 5","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":4426,"text":"Such was this Mr. Falsgrave, who now sat at Mrs. Glendinning's breakfast\r\ntable, a corner of one of that lady's generous napkins so inserted into\r\nhis snowy bosom, that its folds almost invested him as far down as the\r\ntable's edge; and he seemed a sacred priest, indeed, breakfasting in his\r\nsurplice.\r\n\r\n\"Pray, Mr. Falsgrave,\" said Mrs. Glendinning, \"break me off a bit of\r\nthat roll.\"\r\n\r\nWhether or not his sacerdotal experiences had strangely refined and\r\nspiritualized so simple a process as breaking bread; or whether it was\r\nfrom the spotless aspect of his hands: certain it is that Mr. Falsgrave\r\nacquitted himself on this little occasion, in a manner that beheld of\r\nold by Leonardo, might have given that artist no despicable hint\r\ntouching his celestial painting. As Pierre regarded him, sitting there\r\nso mild and meek; such an image of white-browed and white-handed, and\r\nnapkined immaculateness; and as he felt the gentle humane radiations\r\nwhich came from the clergyman's manly and rounded beautifulness; and as\r\nhe remembered all the good that he knew of this man, and all the good\r\nthat he had heard of him, and could recall no blemish in his character;\r\nand as in his own concealed misery and forlornness, he contemplated the\r\nopen benevolence, and beaming excellent-heartedness of Mr. Falsgrave,\r\nthe thought darted through his mind, that if any living being was\r\ncapable of giving him worthy counsel in his strait; and if to any one he\r\ncould go with Christian propriety and some small hopefulness, that\r\nperson was the one before him.\r\n\r\n\"Pray, Mr. Glendinning,\" said the clergyman, pleasantly, as Pierre was\r\nsilently offering to help him to some tongue--\"don't let me rob you of\r\nit--pardon me, but you seem to have very little yourself this morning, I\r\nthink. An execrable pun, I know: but\"--turning toward Mrs.\r\nGlendinning--\"when one is made to feel very happy, one is somehow apt to\r\nsay very silly things. Happiness and silliness--ah, it's a suspicious\r\ncoincidence.\"\r\n\r\n\"Mr. Falsgrave,\" said the hostess--\"Your cup is empty. Dates!--We were\r\ntalking yesterday, Mr. Falsgrave, concerning that vile fellow, Ned.\"\r\n\r\n\"Well, Madam,\" responded the gentleman, a very little uneasily.\r\n\r\n\"He shall not stay on any ground of mine; my mind is made up, sir.\r\nInfamous man!--did he not have a wife as virtuous and beautiful now, as\r\nwhen I first gave her away at your altar?--It was the sheerest and most\r\ngratuitous profligacy.\"\r\n\r\nThe clergyman mournfully and assentingly moved his head.\r\n\r\n\"Such men,\" continued the lady, flushing with the sincerest\r\nindignation--\"are to my way of thinking more detestable than murderers.\"\r\n\r\n\"That is being a little hard upon them, my dear Madam,\" said Mr.\r\nFalsgrave, mildly.\r\n\r\n\"Do you not think so, Pierre\"--now, said the lady, turning earnestly\r\nupon her son--\"is not the man, who has sinned like that Ned, worse than\r\na murderer? Has he not sacrificed one woman completely, and given infamy\r\nto another--to both of them--for their portion. If his own legitimate\r\nboy should now hate him, I could hardly blame him.\"\r\n\r\n\"My dear Madam,\" said the clergyman, whose eyes having followed Mrs.\r\nGlendinning's to her son's countenance, and marking a strange\r\ntrepidation there, had thus far been earnestly scrutinizing Pierre's not\r\nwholly repressible emotion;--\"My dear Madam,\" he said, slightly bending\r\nover his stately episcopal-looking person--\"Virtue has, perhaps, an\r\nover-ardent champion in you; you grow too warm; but Mr. Glendinning,\r\nhere, he seems to grow too cold. Pray, favor us with your views, Mr.\r\nGlendinning?\"\r\n\r\n\"I will not think now of the man,\" said Pierre, slowly, and looking away\r\nfrom both his auditors--\"let us speak of Delly and her infant--she has,\r\nor had one, I have loosely heard;--their case is miserable indeed.\"\r\n\r\n\"The mother deserves it,\" said the lady, inflexibly--\"and the\r\nchild--Reverend sir, what are the words of the Bible?\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 5"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKHMZ21RV7ZMW1WNW7ETK","peer_type":"subsection","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AN37K0WEGYV7EV0V2KMXB","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AN3860H84VJT7068N0C47","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:58.611Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:14.580Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}