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Brissenden
half
rose
from
his
chair
as
he
spoke
,
as
if
with
the
intention
of
departing
to
the
restaurant
forthwith
.
Martin
’
s
fists
were
tight
-
clenched
,
and
his
blood
was
drumming
in
his
temples
.
"
Bosco
!
He
eats
’
em
alive
!
Eats
’
em
alive
!
"
Brissenden
exclaimed
,
imitating
the
spieler
of
a
locally
famous
snake
-
eater
.
"
I
could
certainly
eat
you
alive
,
"
Martin
said
,
in
turn
running
insolent
eyes
over
the
other
’
s
disease
-
ravaged
frame
.
"
Only
I
’
m
not
worthy
of
it
?
"
"
On
the
contrary
,
"
Martin
considered
,
"
because
the
incident
is
not
worthy
.
"
He
broke
into
a
laugh
,
hearty
and
wholesome
.
"
I
confess
you
made
a
fool
of
me
,
Brissenden
.
That
I
am
hungry
and
you
are
aware
of
it
are
only
ordinary
phenomena
,
and
there
’
s
no
disgrace
.
You
see
,
I
laugh
at
the
conventional
little
moralities
of
the
herd
;
then
you
drift
by
,
say
a
sharp
,
true
word
,
and
immediately
I
am
the
slave
of
the
same
little
moralities
.
"
"
You
were
insulted
,
"
Brissenden
affirmed
.
"
I
certainly
was
,
a
moment
ago
.
The
prejudice
of
early
youth
,
you
know
.
I
learned
such
things
then
,
and
they
cheapen
what
I
have
since
learned
.
They
are
the
skeletons
in
my
particular
closet
.
"
"
But
you
’
ve
got
the
door
shut
on
them
now
?
"
"
I
certainly
have
.
"
"
Sure
?
"
