The Duke of Stockbridge by Edward Bellamy
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house; and Reub, I found my brother Reub, rotting to death in
Barrington jail." "By gosh, I forgot baout Reub, I declar I did," exclaimed Meshech, contritely. "Give us yer hand," said Israel, "I forgot same ez Meshech, an I misdoubted ye. This be Ezra Phelps, ez owns the new mill." "Shake agin," said Peleg, extending his hand. There was exhilaration as well as cordiality in the faces of the men, who now crowded around Perez, an exhilaration which had its source in the fact, that one whose appearance and bearing identified him with the gentlemen, was on their side. It filled them with more encouragement, than would have done the accession of a score of their own rank and sort. Brawn and muscle they could themselves supply, but for leadership, social, political and religious, they had always been accustomed to look to the gentlemen of the community, and from this lifelong and inherited habit, came the new sense of confidence and moral sanction, which they felt in having upon their side in the present crisis, one in whom they had instinctively recognized the traits of the superior caste. "Hev ye hearn the news from Northampton, Perez?" asked Israel. "Yes, and if you men are as much in earnest as I am, there'll be news from Barrington to-morrow," replied Perez, glancing around. "Ef thar ain't, there'll be a lot on us disappinted, fer we be all a |
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