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The diners are almost due to arrive, I need a bath and want one, but I meant to wait for my guests." "Well," he said, "you have one guest here already and that's enough. Let's bathe once, at once, and you can bathe again when your Sabine clodhoppers get here. Life is too short for a man to get enough baths, anyhow. Two a day is never enough for me.
But if, as sometimes happens, the dove stops short in its career and fizzles out, revealing itself as a stuffed bird with a packet of squibs tied to its tail, great is the consternation, and deep the curses that issue from between the set teeth of the clodhoppers, who now give up the harvest for lost.
"Surrounded, I suppose, only by clodhoppers, with whom you could not associate." Porthos turned rather pale and drank off a large glass of wine. "No; but just think, there are paltry country squires who have all some title or another and pretend to go back as far as Charlemagne, or at least to Hugh Capet. When I first came here; being the last comer, it was for me to make the first advances.
"I have been a lumberman. There are clodhoppers enough to ditch and plough, but good lumbermen are none so easy to find." The old man raised his eyebrows, then lowered them again with an expression as of a beast about to spring. "Go!" he thundered. A deep silence followed. Olof bit his lip, then drawing himself up defiantly, he poured out a flood of words.
Beneath these were discovered a pair of dark blue worsted stockings, terminated by a pair of purser's shoes things of a hybrid breed, between a pair of cast-off slippers and the ploughman's clodhoppers, fitting as well as the former, and nearly as heavy as the latter.
"Why, who stands higher?" "Oh, a LOT of people WE never heard of before the shoemaker and horse-doctor and knife-grinder kind, you know clodhoppers from goodness knows where that never handled a sword or fired a shot in their lives but the soldiership was in them, though they never had a chance to show it.
"I hope he won't turn out to be a coward." His doubts were soon allayed. Curly walked straight to where he stood. His light-blue eyes were blazing. "Now I'm clean," he said meaningly, "maybe you'll talk to me. Think you've got a picnic here, do you? You clodhoppers think you can run over a man because you know he can't get away. All right. Now, what do you think of that?"
The nineteenth was the first century of human sympathy, the age when half wonderingly we began to descry in others that transfigured spark of divinity which we call Myself; when clodhoppers and peasants, and tramps and thieves, and millionaires and sometimes Negroes, became throbbing souls whose warm pulsing life touched us so nearly that we half gasped with surprise, crying, "Thou too!
"The gulf may be less than you imagine," I said coldly. "We are not clodhoppers because we live in this out-of-the-way place. I am of noble descent on one side, and my mother was a Buchan of Buchan, I assure you that there is no such disparity between us as you seem to imagine." "You misunderstand me," the general answered. "It is on our side that the disparity lies.
"She's a knowin' girl," mused the rider, strangely pleased that she should like the world he lived in. For it was his world; he had been born here. "Don't you think so, Willard?" added the girl. The rider strained his ears for the answer. It came, grumblingly: "I suppose it's well enough for the clodhoppers that live here." The girl laughed tolerantly; the rider on the mesa smiled.
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