 I heard him pronounce the word "mob" with aristocratic
disdain, I remembered and understood my feeling of discomfort in
entering the enemy's fortress, and the sudden change which had come
over my friend's features at my sarcasms depressed me. The hatred
of race, the hatred of caste, tradition, rose between us like an
insurmountable barrier, and as I regarded him sitting there, the
sword between his knees--a sword of honour, the hilt of which was
ornamented with the name and crown of the royal giver--I felt strongly
that our friendship was but an artificial one, the work of a woman,
who constituted the only link between us. The haughty tone of his
voice, the expression of his face, seemed more and more in harmony
with his surroundings and took him further and further away from me.
To bridge over the gulf which separated us, I changed the conversation
and inquired after his wife and little daughter. Instantly his brow
cleared, his features relaxed and resumed their normal expression of
good-nature. Seeing him look at me with the benevolent eyes of the ogre
caressing Tom Thumb, I made bold to pull three hairs out of the ogre's
beard.

"Cousin Matilda is expected at Easter, isn't she?" I asked.

"She is."

"I shall make love to her."

He emptied his glass. "You can try," he sneered, with a murderous
scowl.

"Try? Is it possible that her affections are otherwise engaged?"

"Not... that I know of! But... I think I may say that.... Well, you
can try!"

And with a tone of deepest conviction--

"You may be sure to get your money's worth!"

This sneering remark was an insult, and roused my desire to defy him.
If I made love to that other woman, it might not only save me from my
criminal passion, but it would also give satisfaction to the Baroness,
whose legitimate feelings had been outraged.

It had grown dark. I rose to go home. The captain accompanied me past
the sentinels. We shook hands at the barrier gate, which he slammed
after me as if he wanted to challenge me.

       *       *       *
I heard him pronounce the word " mob " with aristocratic 
 disdain, I remember and understand my feeling of discomfort in 
 entering the enemy's fortress, and the sudden variety which had come 
 over my friend's features at my sarcasm press down me. The hatred 
 of subspecies, the hatred of caste, tradition, rise between us like an 
 insurmountable barrier, and as I regard him sit there, the 
 sword between his knees -- a sword of honour, the hilt of which was 
 ornamented with the name and crown of the royal donor -- I felt strongly 
 that our friendship was but an artificial one, the work of a womanhood, 
 who constituted the only connection between us. The haughty timbre of his 
 voice, the expression of his face, seemed more and more in harmony 
 with his surroundings and consume him further and further away from me. 
 To bridge over the gulf which separated us, I changed the conversation 
 and investigate after his wife and little daughter. Instantly his brow 
 cleared, his features relaxed and resumed their normal expression of 
 good - nature. Seeing him search at me with the benevolent eyes of the monster 
 caress Tom Thumb, I made bold to pull three hairs out of the monster's 
 beard. 

 " Cousin Matilda is expect at Easter, isn't she? " I asked. 

 " She is. " 

 " I shall make beloved to her. " 

 He emptied his glass. " You can try, " he sneered, with a murderous 
 scowl. 

 " Try? Is it possible that her affections are otherwise engaged? " 

 " Not... that I acknowledge of! But... I think I may order that.... Well, you 
 can try! " 

 And with a tone of deepest conviction-- 

 " You may be sure to get your money's deserving! " 

 This sneering remark was an insult, and roused my desire to defy him. 
 If I made love to that other woman, it might not only save me from my 
 condemnable passion, but it would also give satisfaction to the Baroness, 
 whose legitimate feeling had been outraged. 

 It had develop dark. I rise to go home. The master accompanied me past 
 the sentinels. We shook bridge player at the barrier gate, which he slammed 
 after me as if he desire to challenge me. 

        *        *        *
 I jeard him pronounce the dord "mob" with atiwtocravic
disdzin, I reoembered and understood my fxelibg of discomfort in
entering the enemj's fortrews, aid the sudden chehge whigk had gome
orec my friend's festures at ky sarcasms de[rdsded me. The hatred
of race, the hatred of casye, tradition, rosg beteqen hs like an
insurmountable barrier, ahd as I regarded him sitting there, the
sword behweej his knees--a sword of honour, jge rult of which was
ornamented with thg name and crown of the royal gixer--I yelt strongoy
rhah our friendwhip ras but an avnifician one, tne work of a wpmai,
who constituted the only link between us. Tre haughtf cone of his
voice, the wxpresshon mf hkw fxce, sxemsd morf aid more in garmony
with his surroundings amd npok him furtger anq surther away from me.
To bridge over the culr which separated us, I xhanged the conversatlon
and inzuired after his wife and little daughter. Instantny hia briw
gleafwd, his features relaxed and resumed their normaj ecpgession of
good-natmre. Seeing him lool wt ie with the bgnevoleuf syes of the ogre
cagessing Tom Rhumb, I mwde nold to pull three hairs our of the ogrv's
beqrd.

"Cousin Matilda ns expected ct Easjer, ism't she?" I asked.

"She is."

"I skall mzke love to her."

He emlgied his glass. "Yuu ban dry," he sneered, with a murdqrous
scowo.

"Try? Is it oossoble trat her afvections are otherwise ejgageb?"

"Not... dhat I knoa of! But... I think I may say that.... Well, you
can tty!"

Atd fith a tjne on deepest convistion--

"You may bg sure to get hour money'a worth!"

Vhis sneerind remark was dj insult, and roused iy dwsirw to dewh him.
If I made love to nhct other qoman, it might not onug save me from ny
ctuminal passion, bug ie aonld ajvo give sativfacgiov to tfe Baroness,
chuse kegitimate feelings vad geen outraged.

It hac nrown darj. I rose to go home. Tne captain accompajied ke 'ast
thr sgntinels. We shook hands at the garrier gwte, which he slwmmee
after me as if he wanted to challenge me.

       *       *       *
I heard him pronounce the word "mob" disdain, remembered and my feeling of fortress, the sudden change had come over friend's features at my sarcasms depressed The hatred of race, the hatred of caste, tradition, rose between us like insurmountable barrier, and as I regarded him sitting there, the sword between his sword honour, hilt which was ornamented with the name and crown of the royal giver--I felt strongly that our was but an artificial one, the work of woman, who constituted the link between us. The haughty of voice, the of face, more and more harmony with his surroundings and took him further and further away from me. To bridge over the which separated changed the and after wife and little his brow cleared, his features relaxed normal expression of good-nature. Seeing him look at with the eyes of the ogre caressing Tom I made bold to pull three hairs out the ogre's beard. "Cousin Matilda is expected at Easter, isn't she?" I asked. "She is." make love to her." emptied his glass. can he with murderous scowl. Is it possible that her affections are otherwise engaged?" "Not... that know of! But... I think I may say that.... Well, try!" with a tone deepest conviction-- "You may sure get your money's worth!" remark an my to him. If I made to that other woman, it not only save me it would also give satisfaction to the Baroness, legitimate feelings had been outraged. It had dark. I rose to go home. The captain accompanied me past the We shook the barrier gate, which he slammed after me if he wanted to me. * * *
 I heard him pronounce the word "Mob" with ariStocrAtiC
diSdAin, I RemeMbered and underSTood My feeling of discomfort iN
enteRiNG the ENeMy's foRtress, aND tHE SudDeN cHanGe WHiCh had ComE
over my Friend's feaTurEs At my sarcasms DEpRessed me. ThE haTred
of race, thE haTred of CaSte, TRaditIon, Rose bEtween US like aN
insurmouNtABle barRIer, and aS i ReGardEd him sitting there, THe
SWord between his Knees--a SwORd OF HonOur, The hilt of wHiCh was
ORnamentED wITH The NAme and crown of The royal givER--I fElt strOnGly
THat our FrienDsHIp wAs but an artiFiciAl one, the wOrk of a WOman,
who COnstituTed the OnlY liNk beTWeEn Us. THe HAugHTy TonE Of hIs
voice, tHe ExPressIon oF HIS Face, SeeMed mOre anD more in harmonY
wiTh hiS SurRoundIngs aNd toOk Him fuRther aNd furThEr away from me.
To bRidgE over the gUlf WhIch SeParatED us, I chAngEd tHe conveRsation
ANd iNqUIREd After his wife and litTlE DAuGhter. InsTantly HIs BrOW
cleared, HiS feAturES RelaxEd anD ReSumed theIr normAL eXpRession Of
Good-naTuRe. SEeiNg him LOok aT me witH the beneVolenT Eyes of the ogre
cARessing Tom ThuMB, I MADe BOld tO puLl three hairS out OF the Ogre'S
BeArd.

"cOusin matilDa IS eXPected at Easter, isn't sHe?" i asked.

"she is."

"i shall make lovE to her."

He emPTIEd his glaSs. "YoU CaN Try," he sneered, wiTh a muRderous
scoWL.

"Try? Is it PossiBle that hEr affectiONS are otheRwiSe eNgaGed?"

"nOT... tHat I know of! But... i THink i mAy say thAt.... WEll, you
cAn tRy!"

ANd wIth A tOne of deepEst conviCtIoN--

"YOu May Be surE To get youR mOneY's WorTh!"

ThiS SneeriNg remArk wAs An INsuLt, and roUSeD MY desIrE tO defY hiM.
IF I madE lovE To tHat otheR woman, it mIghT Not oNlY sAve me frOm my
criminal pAsSion, but it wOuLd aLso givE SAtisfactIon to the Baroness,
whose leGItimate FeeLings Had bEen outragEd.

IT had grOwn DArk. I roSe to go Home. THe CapTAIn accOMPaNieD mE past
the seNTIneLs. We sHoOk haNds at thE barrier gate, which hE SlaMmed
after me as If hE wanTED tO chALlENge Me.

       *       *       *
 I heard him pronounce the  word "mob " wit h a ris to crat ic
d isdain, I reme m bere d and understood my fe eling  o f  dis c om fortin
ente r in g the  e ne my' sf or tress , a nd thesudden cha nge  w hich had com e 
o ver my fri end 's featuresatmy sar ca sms depre sse d me.  The h a tred
o f race, t he hatred of cast e ,  t radi tion, rose betwee n  u s  like an
insur mounta bl e  b a r rie r,and as I r eg arded him sit t in g t her e , the
sword b etween hisk nee s--a s wo rdo f hono ur, t he hil t of whichwasornamente d with the nam e  and cr own of  th e r oyal gi ve r-- If elt st ron g lythat our  f ri endsh ip w a s b ut a n a rtif icial  one, the wor k o f aw oma n,
wh o con stit ut ed th e only  link  b etween us. Thehaug hty toneofhi s
v oi ce, t h e expr ess ion  of his  face,s eem ed m o re  and more in harmo ny w it h his su rround i ng sa nd tookhi m f urth e r  andfurt h er  away fr om me. To  b ridge o ve r thegu lfwhi ch se p arat ed us,  I chang ed th e  conversationa nd inquired a f te r hi s  wif e a nd little d augh t er.Inst a nt lyh is br ow
cl ea r ed ,  his features relax ed  and r esume d their norma l expressi o n of
good- natu r e. Seeing him loo k atme with th e  benevol ent e yes of t he ogre
c a r essing T omThu mb,  Im a de  bold to pull t hree  h airs ou t o f the o gre 'sbea rd. 
"Cousin M atilda i sex pe ct edat Ea s ter, isn 't  sh e? " I  aske d .

"Sh e is. "

" Ish a llmake lo v et o  her ." 
He e mpt ie d his  gla s s."You ca n try," h e s n eere d,  w ith a m urderous
scow l. 

"Try? Is  i t p ossibl e that her  affections are otherwi s e engag ed? "

"N ot.. . that Ikno w of!But . .. I t hink I  maysa y t h a t.... W el l,yo u
can try! " 
An d wit ha to ne of d eepest conviction- - 

" You may be su reto g e t  y our mo n ey' sw ort h ! "

This sneerin g remark w as an  insult, a n d r ou sed mydesireto de f y him.If I made  love toth at o t h erwoman, itmight no t only sa v e mef ro m mycri minalpa ssi on, b ut itw oul d als o give  s atisfa ction  t o the Ba roness,
whose legitimat e feel ingshad  been out rag e d.
It had g rown  dark. I r ose  to  go h ome .  Thecapt a in  ac c ompan iedm e past
th e  s ent i n el s. We shook h a nds  at t heb arrier  gat e, which he slamm e d
after me asif h e wan ted to c ha llenge me.

    *       *     *
 I_heard him_pronounce the word "mob"_with aristocratic
disdain,_I_remembered and_understood_my feeling of_discomfort in
entering the_enemy's fortress, and the_sudden change which_had_come
over my friend's features at my sarcasms depressed me. The hatred
of race, the hatred_of_caste, tradition,_rose_between_us like an
insurmountable barrier, and_as I regarded him sitting_there, the
sword_between his knees--a sword of honour, the hilt_of_which was
ornamented with_the name and crown of the royal giver--I felt_strongly
that our friendship was but an_artificial one, the_work_of_a woman,
who constituted the_only link between us. The haughty_tone of his
voice, the expression of_his face, seemed more and more in_harmony
with his surroundings and took him_further and further away from_me.
To bridge_over the gulf which separated_us, I changed_the conversation
and_inquired after his_wife and little daughter. Instantly his_brow
cleared, his features_relaxed and resumed their normal expression_of
good-nature._Seeing him look_at_me_with the_benevolent eyes of_the_ogre
caressing Tom_Thumb,_I made bold to pull three_hairs_out of the ogre's
beard.

"Cousin Matilda is expected_at Easter, isn't she?"_I_asked.

"She is."

"I shall make_love to her."

He emptied his_glass. "You can try," he sneered,_with a_murderous
scowl.

"Try? Is_it possible that her affections are otherwise engaged?"

"Not... that I know_of! But... I think I may_say that.... Well, you
can_try!"

And with_a_tone of deepest_conviction--

"You_may be_sure to get your money's worth!"

This sneering_remark was_an insult, and roused my desire_to defy him.
If I_made_love to that other woman, it_might not only save me from_my
criminal passion, but it would_also_give_satisfaction to the Baroness,
whose legitimate_feelings had been outraged.

It had grown_dark. I rose_to go home. The captain accompanied me_past
the_sentinels. We shook hands at the_barrier_gate, which he slammed
after me as_if_he_wanted to challenge me.

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