Richard Carvel — Volume 07 by Winston Churchill
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who had before been sufficiently ill at ease in the presence of the
great lawyer. Mr. Tucker blew his nose loudly to hide his confusion. "And what say you, Richard?" said Mr. Swain, without a shade of accent in his voice. I bowed my head. I knew that the honest barrister had read my heart when he spoke of noblesse oblige. That senseless pride of cast, so deep-rooted in those born in our province, had made itself felt. To be a factor (so I thought, for I was young) was to renounce my birth. Until that moment of travail the doctrine of equality had seemed very pretty to me. Your fine gentleman may talk as nobly as he pleases over his Madeira, and yet would patronize Monsieur Rousseau if he met him; and he takes never a thought of those who knuckle to him every day, and clean his boots and collect his rents. But when he is tried in the fire, and told suddenly to collect some one else's rents and curse another's negroes, he is fainthearted for the experiment. So it was with me when I had to meet the issue. I might take Grafton's offer, and the chance to marry Dorothy was come again. For by industry the owner of the Kent lands would become rich. The room was hot, and still save for the buzzing of the flies. When I looked up I discovered the eyes of all three upon me. "You may tell your client, Mr. Tucker, that I refuse his offer," I said. He got to his feet, and with the customary declaration of humble servitude bowed himself out. The door was scarce closed on him when the captain had me by the hands. |
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