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He
did
it
that
night
,
and
he
did
it
well
;
and
since
Martin
had
made
the
biggest
stir
,
he
put
it
all
into
his
mouth
and
made
him
the
arch
-
anarch
of
the
show
,
transforming
his
reactionary
individualism
into
the
most
lurid
,
red
-
shirt
socialist
utterance
.
The
cub
reporter
was
an
artist
,
and
it
was
a
large
brush
with
which
he
laid
on
the
local
color
—
wild
-
eyed
long
-
haired
men
,
neurasthenic
and
degenerate
types
of
men
,
voices
shaken
with
passion
,
clenched
fists
raised
on
high
,
and
all
projected
against
a
background
of
oaths
,
yells
,
and
the
throaty
rumbling
of
angry
men
.
Over
the
coffee
,
in
his
little
room
,
Martin
read
next
morning
’
s
paper
.
It
was
a
novel
experience
to
find
himself
head
-
lined
,
on
the
first
page
at
that
;
and
he
was
surprised
to
learn
that
he
was
the
most
notorious
leader
of
the
Oakland
socialists
.
He
ran
over
the
violent
speech
the
cub
reporter
had
constructed
for
him
,
and
,
though
at
first
he
was
angered
by
the
fabrication
,
in
the
end
he
tossed
the
paper
aside
with
a
laugh
.
"
Either
the
man
was
drunk
or
criminally
malicious
,
"
he
said
that
afternoon
,
from
his
perch
on
the
bed
,
when
Brissenden
had
arrived
and
dropped
limply
into
the
one
chair
.
"
But
what
do
you
care
?
"
Brissenden
asked
.
"
Surely
you
don
’
t
desire
the
approval
of
the
bourgeois
swine
that
read
the
newspapers
?
"
Martin
thought
for
a
while
,
then
said
:
-
"
No
,
I
really
don
’
t
care
for
their
approval
,
not
a
whit
.
On
the
other
hand
,
it
’
s
very
likely
to
make
my
relations
with
Ruth
’
s
family
a
trifle
awkward
.
Her
father
always
contended
I
was
a
socialist
,
and
this
miserable
stuff
will
clinch
his
belief
.
Not
that
I
care
for
his
opinion
—
but
what
’
s
the
odds
?
I
want
to
read
you
what
I
’
ve
been
doing
to
-
day
.
It
’
s
‘
Overdue
,
’
of
course
,
and
I
’
m
just
about
halfway
through
.
"
He
was
reading
aloud
when
Maria
thrust
open
the
door
and
ushered
in
a
young
man
in
a
natty
suit
who
glanced
briskly
about
him
,
noting
the
oil
-
burner
and
the
kitchen
in
the
corner
before
his
gaze
wandered
on
to
Martin
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
Brissenden
said
.
Martin
made
room
for
the
young
man
on
the
bed
and
waited
for
him
to
broach
his
business
.
"
I
heard
you
speak
last
night
,
Mr
.
Eden
,
and
I
’
ve
come
to
interview
you
,
"
he
began
.
Brissenden
burst
out
in
a
hearty
laugh
.
