His younger sister took a cottage for him in their
own bleak Derbyshire. This time he would not go to the police-station to
report.
Then he asked: Who is responsible for
this?
Until he had made uphis mind to this, he felt
paralysed. Andtwo days later they had told the story to some fisherman whose
fishingboat they stopped. And to bepersecuted like this, for nothing, for nothing
else. And many a bitter fight they had, he and she.
The house is all open, the men can search
everything?
They are canaille,carrion-eating, filthy-mouthed
canaille, like dead-man-devouringjackals. Nevershall they have a chance of judging
me.
It is more than the fact that you are not
Englishborn, said the officer. Yes, there was a light there ten minutes since,
chimed the followers. Itcant be anything else, because weve never done anything
else. John Thomas, the chatterbox, should have been at the stables at
five.
He stripped as usual, but this timewas told to put
on his jacket over his complete nakedness.
Then, the mongrel-mouthed world would say and do
what it liked. Waugh musthave just passed with a candle.
They loved her tocome: and yet they were a little
uneasy when she was there. Zu Strasburg auf der Schanz, da fiel mein Ungluck ein.
Somers, so sick of things,had a great fire of all his old manuscripts. Yet the
tradespeoplewere always so pleasant and courteous to him. That is, no wrongthat
society has to do with. The work stopped in the field, and the men watched. Somers,
meanwhile, began to chuckle a bit to himself. But how many pairs of eyes were
watching,who knows?
She had felt herself under a pressurethere, long
suffering.
You must come too, and we will have a farm. One of
the louts clumpeddownstairs and began to look once more among the books. Somers, so
sick of things,had a great fire of all his old manuscripts.
I wish to God I could kill them off, the masses of
canaille.
No, you have no right to know anything further than
what is said in theorder.
They must have been disappointed,said
Richard.
They must have their reasons, said the young
officer, who was gettingmore and more uncomfortable. John Thomas, the chatterbox,
should have been at the stables at five.
The days grew shorter before the corn was all down
from the moors.
And heknew he would not see John Thomas again
soon.
Then they had sunk the fishing boat, sending the
three fishermenashore in the row-boat.
Nevershall they have a chance of judging me.