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With which sally the Idiot kissed his hand to Mr. Pedagog and retired from the scene. "Let's write a book," suggested the Idiot, as he took his place at the board and unfolded his napkin. "What about?" asked the Doctor, with a smile at the idea of the Idiot's thinking of embarking on literary pursuits. "About four hundred pages long," said the Idiot. "I feel inspired."
Suddenly the child ran inward, laid his hands on the old man's knee, and said delightedly: "Father runs round the table mother runs round the table father beats mother mother runs round the table and cries." He imitated the crying, laughed all over his little idiot's face, and dribbled. "Yes, yes," was all the old man said. The child had no eyebrows, and the forehead was hollow over the eyes.
Lawrence, do you know what this idiot's letting himself in for? Have you seen Joanna Godden? Why, she'd never do for him? She's a big, bouncing female, and her stays creak." "Be quiet, father. You make me furious." "Yes, you'll be disrespectful to me in a minute. That would be very sad, and the breaking of a noble record.
After a dozen yards the carriage stopped. The poor idiot was running and whimpering behind. "Go on," cried Philip. "I have paid him plenty." A horrible hand pushed three soldi into his lap. It was part of the idiot's malady only to receive what was just for his services. This was the change out of the nickel piece. "Go on!" shouted Philip, and flung the money into the road.
Hullo, Paloshka!" And he would bark at her like a dog: "Bow, wow!" And she would stop and stare at him as if she found in the idiot's barking an answer to her thought, and perhaps he attracted her as much as Stiepan's abuse.
And yet, so long as there was beauty, why should a man feel lonely? The answer as to some idiot's riddle was: Because he did. The greater the beauty, the greater the loneliness, for at the back of beauty was harmony, and at the back of harmony was union. Beauty could not comfort if the soul were out of it.
Here the sun of mind shines in on a home of stagnant spirits, reviving and cheering it. The world around beams through the eyes into the soul's unfathomable depths. The Idiot's Home, surrounded by the love and kindness of human beings, is a holy place a hothouse for those sickly plants that shall in future be transplanted to bloom in the garden of paradise.
"I thought it might be so," said Fisher, modestly. "What are you going to do next?" "I shall use the old idiot's telephone, anyhow," replied the lawyer. "I must find out exactly what has happened. I've got to speak for the Government myself to-morrow." And he hurried away toward the house.
"First-rate joke," said the Idiot, with a smile. "But really, now, I should like to know for how little an apartment could be run. I am interested." Mrs. Pedagog stopped laughing at once. The Idiot's words were ominous. She did not always like his views, but she did like his money, and she was not at all anxious to lose him as a boarder. "It's very expensive," she said, firmly.
The best he can do is to try to square himself a little by owning up the whole thing. Gorgett will know it all any way, tomorrow afternoon, when the Herald comes out." "I guess you're right," said Bob. "We're done up along with Gorgett; but I believe that idiot's right, he won't lose votes by playing hob with us. What's to be done?" "Nothing," I answered. "You can't head Farwell off.
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