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One day he entered the office of the richest merchant of the capital. "Sir, I know that you need some young bulls for the European market, and I have come to sell you a few." The man of affairs looked haughtily at the poor cowboy. He might explain his errand to one of the employees, he could not waste his time on such small matters. But the malicious grin on the rustic's face awoke his curiosity.
'In the interpretation of a rigid morality arming you legal gentlemen to make it so! 'The Law must be vindicated. 'The law is a clumsy bludgeon. 'We think it the highest effort of human reason the practical instrument. 'You may compare it to a rustic's finger on a fiddlestring, for the murdered notes you get out of the practical instrument. 'I am bound to defend it, clumsy bludgeon or not.
"Thou bears't him a grudge, I suppose, good fellow," replied the earl, laughing at the rustic's uncouth appearance; "but thou seem'st a stout fellow, and one not likely to flinch, and may discharge the office as well as another. If no better man can be found, let him do it," he added to the officer. "Ey humbly thonk your lortship," replied Hal, inwardly rejoicing at the success of his scheme.
We are too hasty when we set down our ancestors in the gross for fools, for the monstrous inconsistencies (as they seem to us) involved in their creed of witchcraft. In the relations of this visible world we find them to have been as rational, and shrewd to detect an historic anomaly, as ourselves. But when once the invisible world was supposed to be opened, and the lawless agency of bad spirits assumed, what measures of probability, of decency, of fitness, or proportion of that which distinguishes the likely from the palpable absurd could they have to guide them in the rejection or admission of any particular testimony? That maidens pined away, wasting inwardly as their waxen images consumed before a fire that corn was lodged, and cattle lamed that whirlwinds uptore in diabolic revelry the oaks of the forest or that spits and kettles only danced a fearful-innocent vagary about some rustic's kitchen when no wind was stirring were all equally probable where no law of agency was understood. That the prince of the powers of darkness, passing by the flower and pomp of the earth, should lay preposterous siege to the weak fantasy of indigent eld has neither likelihood nor unlikelihood
But Claudia glanced back into the room from the just emptied doorway, and gave a scream. "The servants! Help! Water! Cornelia has fainted!" Drusus strode down the long avenue of shade trees. The gardener stared after him, as the young man went by, his face knitted with a scowl of combined pain and fury, with never a word in reply to the rustic's kindly salutation.
All this vast North is new to me, Dorothy; and, like our swamp-haunting Seminoles, my rustic's instinct finds hostility in what is new and strange, and I forget my breeding in this gray maze which half confuses, half alarms me." "I am not offended," she said, smiling, "only I wonder what you find distasteful here. Is it the solitude?" "No, for we also have that." "Is it us?"
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