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"
I
daresay
you
are
right
,
"
--
I
said
--
"
I
can
grasp
the
vengeful
position
thoroughly
!
But
the
management
of
a
magazine
would
be
too
much
trouble
to
me
--
too
much
of
a
tie
.
"
"
Do
n't
manage
it
!
Follow
the
example
of
all
the
big
editors
,
and
live
out
of
the
business
altogether
--
but
take
the
profits
!
You
never
see
the
real
editor
of
a
leading
daily
newspaper
you
know
--
you
can
only
interview
the
sub
.
The
real
man
is
,
according
to
the
seasons
of
the
year
,
at
Ascot
,
in
Scotland
,
at
Newmarket
,
or
wintering
in
Egypt
--
he
is
supposed
to
be
responsible
for
everything
in
his
journal
,
but
he
is
generally
the
last
person
who
knows
anything
about
it
.
He
relies
on
his
'
staff
'
--
a
very
bad
crutch
at
times
--
and
when
his
'
staff
'
are
in
a
difficulty
,
they
get
out
of
it
by
saying
they
are
unable
to
decide
without
the
editor
.
Meanwhile
the
editor
is
miles
away
,
comfortably
free
from
worry
.
You
could
bamboozle
the
public
in
that
way
if
you
liked
.
"
"
I
could
,
but
I
should
n't
care
to
do
so
,
"
I
answered
--
"
If
I
had
a
business
I
would
not
neglect
it
.
I
believe
in
doing
things
thoroughly
.
"
"
So
do
I
!
"
responded
Rimânez
promptly
.
"
I
am
a
very
thorough-going
fellow
myself
,
and
whatever
my
hand
findeth
to
do
,
I
do
it
with
my
might
!
--
excuse
me
for
quoting
Scripture
!
"
He
smiled
,
a
little
ironically
I
thought
,
then
resumed
--
"
Well
,
in
what
,
at
present
does
your
idea
of
enjoying
your
heritage
consist
?
"
"
In
publishing
my
book
,
"
I
answered
.
"
That
very
book
I
could
get
no
one
to
accept
--
I
tell
you
,
I
will
make
it
the
talk
of
London
!
"
"
Possibly
you
will
"
--
he
said
,
looking
at
me
through
half-closed
eyes
and
a
cloud
of
smoke
--
"
London
easily
talks
.
Particularly
on
unsavoury
and
questionable
subjects
.
Therefore
--
as
I
have
already
hinted
--
if
your
book
were
a
judicious
mixture
of
Zola
,
Huysmans
and
Baudelaire
,
or
had
for
its
heroine
a
'
modest
'
maid
who
considered
honourable
marriage
a
'
degradation
,
'
it
would
be
quite
sure
of
success
in
these
days
of
new
Sodom
and
Gomorrah
.
"
Here
he
suddenly
sprang
up
,
and
flinging
away
his
cigar
,
confronted
me
.
"
Why
do
not
the
heavens
rain
fire
on
this
accursed
city
!
It
is
ripe
for
punishment
--
full
of
abhorrent
creatures
not
worth
the
torturing
in
hell
to
which
it
is
said
liars
and
hypocrites
are
condemned
!
Tempest
,
if
there
is
one
human
being
more
than
another
that
I
utterly
abhor
,
it
is
the
type
of
man
so
common
to
the
present
time
,
the
man
who
huddles
his
own
loathly
vices
under
a
cloak
of
assumed
broad-mindedness
and
virtue
.
Such
an
one
will
even
deify
the
loss
of
chastity
in
woman
by
the
name
of
'
purity
,
'
--
because
he
knows
that
it
is
by
her
moral
and
physical
ruin
alone
that
he
can
gratify
his
brutal
lusts
.
Rather
than
be
such
a
sanctimonious
coward
I
would
openly
proclaim
myself
vile
!
"
"
That
is
because
yours
is
a
noble
nature
"
--
I
said
--
"
You
are
an
exception
to
the
rule
.
"
"
An
exception
?
I
?
"
--
and
he
laughed
bitterly
--
"
Yes
,
you
are
right
;
I
am
an
exception
among
men
perhaps
--
but
I
am
one
with
the
beasts
in
honesty
!
The
lion
does
not
assume
the
manners
of
the
dove
--
he
loudly
announces
his
own
ferocity
.
The
very
cobra
,
stealthy
though
its
movements
be
,
evinces
its
meaning
by
a
warning
hiss
or
rattle
.
The
hungry
wolf
's
bay
is
heard
far
down
the
wind
,
intimidating
the
hurrying
traveller
among
the
wastes
of
snow
.
But
man
gives
no
clue
to
his
intent
--
more
malignant
than
the
lion
,
more
treacherous
than
the
snake
,
more
greedy
than
the
wolf
,
he
takes
his
fellow-man
's
hand
in
pretended
friendship
,
and
an
hour
later
defames
his
character
behind
his
back
--
with
a
smiling
face
he
hides
a
false
and
selfish
heart
--
flinging
his
pigmy
mockery
at
the
riddle
of
the
Universe
,
he
stands
gibing
at
God
,
feebly
a-straddle
on
his
own
earth-grave
--
Heavens
!
"
--
here
he
stopped
short
with
a
passionate
gesture
--
"
What
should
the
Eternities
do
with
such
a
thankless
,
blind
worm
as
he
!
"
His
voice
rang
out
with
singular
emphasis
--
his
eyes
glowed
with
a
fiery
ardour
;
startled
by
his
impressive
manner
I
let
my
cigar
die
out
and
stared
at
him
in
mute
amazement
.
What
an
inspired
countenance
!
--
what
an
imposing
figure
!
--
how
sovereignly
supreme
and
almost
god-like
in
his
looks
he
seemed
at
the
moment
;
--
and
yet
there
was
something
terrifying
in
his
attitude
of
protest
and
defiance
.
He
caught
my
wondering
glance
--
the
glow
of
passion
faded
from
his
face
--
he
laughed
and
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
