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"
Yes
,
"
he
said
depreciatingly
.
"
They
ain
’
t
big
enough
to
stand
the
strain
.
I
can
hit
like
a
mule
with
my
arms
and
shoulders
.
They
are
too
strong
,
an
’
when
I
smash
a
man
on
the
jaw
the
hands
get
smashed
,
too
.
"
He
was
not
happy
at
what
he
had
said
.
He
was
filled
with
disgust
at
himself
.
He
had
loosed
the
guard
upon
his
tongue
and
talked
about
things
that
were
not
nice
.
"
It
was
brave
of
you
to
help
Arthur
the
way
you
did
—
and
you
a
stranger
,
"
she
said
tactfully
,
aware
of
his
discomfiture
though
not
of
the
reason
for
it
.
He
,
in
turn
,
realized
what
she
had
done
,
and
in
the
consequent
warm
surge
of
gratefulness
that
overwhelmed
him
forgot
his
loose
-
worded
tongue
.
"
It
wasn
’
t
nothin
’
at
all
,
"
he
said
.
"
Any
guy
’
ud
do
it
for
another
.
That
bunch
of
hoodlums
was
lookin
’
for
trouble
,
an
’
Arthur
wasn
’
t
botherin
’
’
em
none
.
They
butted
in
on
’
m
,
an
’
then
I
butted
in
on
them
an
’
poked
a
few
.
That
’
s
where
some
of
the
skin
off
my
hands
went
,
along
with
some
of
the
teeth
of
the
gang
.
I
wouldn
’
t
’
a
’
missed
it
for
anything
.
When
I
seen
—
"
He
paused
,
open
-
mouthed
,
on
the
verge
of
the
pit
of
his
own
depravity
and
utter
worthlessness
to
breathe
the
same
air
she
did
.
And
while
Arthur
took
up
the
tale
,
for
the
twentieth
time
,
of
his
adventure
with
the
drunken
hoodlums
on
the
ferry
-
boat
and
of
how
Martin
Eden
had
rushed
in
and
rescued
him
,
that
individual
,
with
frowning
brows
,
meditated
upon
the
fool
he
had
made
of
himself
,
and
wrestled
more
determinedly
with
the
problem
of
how
he
should
conduct
himself
toward
these
people
.
He
certainly
had
not
succeeded
so
far
.
He
wasn
’
t
of
their
tribe
,
and
he
couldn
’
t
talk
their
lingo
,
was
the
way
he
put
it
to
himself
.
He
couldn
’
t
fake
being
their
kind
.
The
masquerade
would
fail
,
and
besides
,
masquerade
was
foreign
to
his
nature
.
There
was
no
room
in
him
for
sham
or
artifice
.
Whatever
happened
,
he
must
be
real
.
He
couldn
’
t
talk
their
talk
just
yet
,
though
in
time
he
would
.
Upon
that
he
was
resolved
.
But
in
the
meantime
,
talk
he
must
,
and
it
must
be
his
own
talk
,
toned
down
,
of
course
,
so
as
to
be
comprehensible
to
them
and
so
as
not
to
shook
them
too
much
.
And
furthermore
,
he
wouldn
’
t
claim
,
not
even
by
tacit
acceptance
,
to
be
familiar
with
anything
that
was
unfamiliar
.
In
pursuance
of
this
decision
,
when
the
two
brothers
,
talking
university
shop
,
had
used
"
trig
"
several
times
,
Martin
Eden
demanded
:
-
"
What
is
trig
?
"
"
Trignometry
,
"
Norman
said
;
"
a
higher
form
of
math
.
"
"
And
what
is
math
?
"
was
the
next
question
,
which
,
somehow
,
brought
the
laugh
on
Norman
.
"
Mathematics
,
arithmetic
,
"
was
the
answer
.
