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"
Chattering
daws
,
"
Martin
muttered
under
his
breath
,
and
went
on
talking
with
Ruth
and
Arthur
.
But
the
long
day
and
the
"
real
dirt
"
of
the
night
before
were
telling
upon
him
;
and
,
besides
,
still
in
his
burnt
mind
was
what
had
made
him
angry
when
he
read
it
on
the
car
.
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
Ruth
asked
suddenly
alarmed
by
the
effort
he
was
making
to
contain
himself
.
"
There
is
no
god
but
the
Unknowable
,
and
Herbert
Spencer
is
its
prophet
,
"
Judge
Blount
was
saying
at
that
moment
.
Martin
turned
upon
him
.
"
A
cheap
judgment
,
"
he
remarked
quietly
.
"
I
heard
it
first
in
the
City
Hall
Park
,
on
the
lips
of
a
workingman
who
ought
to
have
known
better
.
I
have
heard
it
often
since
,
and
each
time
the
clap
-
trap
of
it
nauseates
me
.
You
ought
to
be
ashamed
of
yourself
.
To
hear
that
great
and
noble
man
’
s
name
upon
your
lips
is
like
finding
a
dew
-
drop
in
a
cesspool
.
You
are
disgusting
.
"
It
was
like
a
thunderbolt
.
Judge
Blount
glared
at
him
with
apoplectic
countenance
,
and
silence
reigned
.
Mr
.
Morse
was
secretly
pleased
.
He
could
see
that
his
daughter
was
shocked
.
It
was
what
he
wanted
to
do
—
to
bring
out
the
innate
ruffianism
of
this
man
he
did
not
like
.
Ruth
’
s
hand
sought
Martin
’
s
beseechingly
under
the
table
,
but
his
blood
was
up
.
He
was
inflamed
by
the
intellectual
pretence
and
fraud
of
those
who
sat
in
the
high
places
.
A
Superior
Court
Judge
!
It
was
only
several
years
before
that
he
had
looked
up
from
the
mire
at
such
glorious
entities
and
deemed
them
gods
.
Judge
Blount
recovered
himself
and
attempted
to
go
on
,
addressing
himself
to
Martin
with
an
assumption
of
politeness
that
the
latter
understood
was
for
the
benefit
of
the
ladies
.
Even
this
added
to
his
anger
.
Was
there
no
honesty
in
the
world
?
"
You
can
’
t
discuss
Spencer
with
me
,
"
he
cried
.
"
You
do
not
know
any
more
about
Spencer
than
do
his
own
countrymen
.
But
it
is
no
fault
of
yours
,
I
grant
.
It
is
just
a
phase
of
the
contemptible
ignorance
of
the
times
.
I
ran
across
a
sample
of
it
on
my
way
here
this
evening
.
I
was
reading
an
essay
by
Saleeby
on
Spencer
.
You
should
read
it
.
It
is
accessible
to
all
men
.
You
can
buy
it
in
any
book
-
store
or
draw
it
from
the
public
library
.
You
would
feel
ashamed
of
your
paucity
of
abuse
and
ignorance
of
that
noble
man
compared
with
what
Saleeby
has
collected
on
the
subject
.
It
is
a
record
of
shame
that
would
shame
your
shame
.
"
