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My husband said I would be committing contempt of court by writing to a judge during the trial, but I answered that my contempt for that court was beyond anything I could put into writing. Wait " And Mrs. Godd rose gravely from her chair and went over to a desk by the wall, and got a copy of the letter. "I'll read it to you," she said, and Peter listened to a manifesto of Olympian Bolshevism
Peter suddenly saw the happenings of last night from a new angle, and wished he had all the younger members of the Chamber of Commerce and the Merchants' and Manufacturers' Association right there along with Mr. Godd, so that he could bundle them all off to the devil at once. And that was no passing mood either.
Aurora straightened up with angry astonishment and drew in her breath for an emphatic speech, but Clotilde, liberating her own hands, took Aurora's, and hurriedly said, turning still paler as she spoke: "'E godd his 'ead strigue! 'Tis all knog in be'ine! 'E come in blidding " "In w'ere?" cried Aurora. "In 'is shob." "You was in dad shob of 'Sieur Frowenfel'?"
"I 'blige' to see 'im!" she replied, jerking herself half around away, one foot planted forward with an air of excited pre-occupation; "I godd some' to tell 'im wad I 'blige' to tell 'im!" "Madame Delphine" "Oh! Père Jerome, fo' de love of de good God, show me dad way to de 'ouse of Jean Tomkin!" Her distressed smile implored pardon for her rudeness.
She didn't order Peter to the servant's entrance, nor threaten him with the dogs; she merely said, "Be seated, please. I will tell madame" putting the accent on the second syllable, where Peter had never heard it before. And presently here came Mrs. Godd in tier cloud of Olympian beneficence; a large and ample lady, especially built for the role of divinity. Peter felt suddenly awe-stricken.
"Ah!" retorted Aurore, "par example! Non? Ee thingue we is ridge, eh? Ligue his oncle, eh? Ee thing so, too, eh?" She cast upon her daughter the look of burning scorn intended for Agricola Fusilier. "You wan' to tague the pard of dose Grandissime'?" The daughter returned a look of agony. "No," she said, "bud a man wad godd some 'ouses to rend, muz ee nod boun' to ged 'is rend?"
But he remembered that he must play the game, so he said, "They're terrible fellows, them Federal agents. It was two of them pounded me over the head last night." And then he looked faint and pitiful, and Mrs. Godd was sympathetic again, and moved to more recklessness of utterance. "It's because of this hideous war!" she declared.
The landlord offered a heavy, persuading smile. "An unguent? Is that what you mean an ointment?" "M'sieu'," said the applicant, with a not-to-be-deceived expression, "vous êtes astrologue magicien " "God forbid!" The landlord was grossly incredulous. "You godd one 'P'tit Albert." He dropped his forefinger upon an iron-clasped book on the table, whose title much use had effaced.
His smooth-shaven face was pink with anger, his brows gathered in a terrible frown, and his hands clenched with deadly significance. "You dirty little skunk!" he hissed. "You infernal young sneak!" "John!" cried Mrs. Godd, imperiously; but she might as well have cried to an advancing thunder-storm.
Godd was a friend of Mac's, Mrs. Godd proposed to get Mac out on bail! Mac, the most dangerous Red of them all! Peter saw that he must get something on this woman at once! Section 64 Peter sat up suddenly among his silken cushions, and began to tell Mrs. Godd about the new plan of the Anti-conscription League, to prepare a set of instructions for young conscientious objectors.
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