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Mark Rutherford's Deliverance by Mark Rutherford
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parliamentary differences do not in this country breed personal
animosities. To me this seemed anything but a subject of
congratulation. Men who are totally at variance ought not to be
friends, and if Radical and Tory are not totally, but merely
superficially at variance, so much the worse for their Radicalism and
Toryism.

It is possible, and even probable, that the public fury and the
subsequent amity were equally absurd. Most of us have no real loves
and no real hatreds. Blessed is love, less blessed is hatred, but
thrice accursed is that indifference which is neither one nor the
other, the muddy mess which men call friendship.

M'Kay--for that was his name--lived, as I have said, in Goodge
Street, where he had unfurnished apartments. I often spent part of
the Sunday with him, and I may forestall obvious criticism by saying
that I do not pretend for a moment to defend myself from
inconsistency in denouncing members of Parliament for their
duplicity, M'Kay and myself being also guilty of something very much
like it. But there was this difference between us and our
parliamentary friends, that we always divested ourselves of all
hypocrisy when we were alone. We then dropped the stage costume
which members continued to wear in the streets and at the dinner-
table, and in which some of them even slept and said their prayers.

London Sundays to persons who are not attached to any religious
community, and have no money to spend, are rather dreary. We tried
several ways of getting through the morning. If we heard that there
was a preacher with a reputation, we went to hear him. As a rule,
however, we got no good in that way. Once we came to a chapel where
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