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For
there
was
in
Sir
William
,
whose
father
had
been
a
tradesman
,
a
natural
respect
for
breeding
and
clothing
,
which
shabbiness
nettled
;
again
,
more
profoundly
,
there
was
in
Sir
William
,
who
had
never
had
time
for
reading
,
a
grudge
,
deeply
buried
,
against
cultivated
people
who
came
into
his
room
and
intimated
that
doctors
,
whose
profession
is
a
constant
strain
upon
all
the
highest
faculties
,
are
not
educated
men
.
"
One
of
MY
homes
,
Mr.
Warren
Smith
,
"
he
said
,
"
where
we
will
teach
you
to
rest
.
"
And
there
was
just
one
thing
more
.
He
was
quite
certain
that
when
Mr.
Warren
Smith
was
well
he
was
the
last
man
in
the
world
to
frighten
his
wife
.
But
he
had
talked
of
killing
himself
.
"
We
all
have
our
moments
of
depression
,
"
said
Sir
William
.
Once
you
fall
,
Septimus
repeated
to
himself
,
human
nature
is
on
you
.
Holmes
and
Bradshaw
are
on
you
.
They
scour
the
desert
.
They
fly
screaming
into
the
wilderness
.
The
rack
and
the
thumbscrew
are
applied
.
Human
nature
is
remorseless
.
"
Impulses
came
upon
him
sometimes
?
"
Sir
William
asked
,
with
his
pencil
on
a
pink
card
.
That
was
his
own
affair
,
said
Septimus
.
"
Nobody
lives
for
himself
alone
,
"
said
Sir
William
,
glancing
at
the
photograph
of
his
wife
in
Court
dress
.
"
And
you
have
a
brilliant
career
before
you
,
"
said
Sir
William
.
There
was
Mr.
Brewer
's
letter
on
the
table
.
"
An
exceptionally
brilliant
career
.
