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Updated: June 1, 2025
So, in the middle of severe winter that now had fallen on us, I went about in sandals, without socks. I wore no undershirt, and no coat ... and went with my shirt open at the neck. I wore no hat.... Spalton himself often went coatless in warm weather. His main sartorial eccentricity was the wearing of a broad-brimmed hat.
"You all know this dear comrade of ours," he began, "this dear friend whose really fine soul, while in the body went under the appellation of Gabby Jack " Here Spalton broke down. He unashamedly dropped into the chair behind the reading-desk and wept aloud. He could say no more....
He was too much of a gentleman and too grateful for the real help Spalton had extended to him. Alfoxden was a slight, Mephistophelian man ... with bushy, red eyebrows. And he was totally bald, except for the upper part of his neck, which was fiery with red hair.
I blushed with pleasure to the tips of my ears, to be thought the father of so prepossessing a child. It delighted him to look into the huge bake ovens where first the wheat was baked in big brown loaves, before it was broken up into biscuit form. I thought of Hank Spalton and how he was supposed to have grown strong on a diet of Best o' Wheat.
Never since did I see the real man, Spalton, as I saw him then, the man he might always have been, if he had had an old-world environment, instead of the environment of modern, commercial America the spirit of which finally claimed him, as he grew more successful....
However, I think that the artworkers had finer lodgings and board than most workers could have supplied for themselves ... and the married couples lived in nicer houses ... and they heard the best music, had the best books to read, lived truly in the presence of the greatest art and thought of the world ... and heard speak in the chapel, from time to time, all the distinguished men of the country ... who came, sooner or later, to visit Spalton and am? community....
Spalton, for the good of his community to send you back to the tramps and jail-birds from whom you come ... you scum! you filthy pestilence!" His head was shaking like an oscillating toy ... his eyes were starting from his head through force of his invective ... he was jerking about, in his anger, like a dancing mouse....
Immediately he put Spalton to question ... and everything and everybody to question.... But the Master's revenge came. "Pete" fell sick. Spalton sent for his father to doctor him. And made the old man use a strong horse-medicine on him ... which he himself brought up from the stables.... "The boy is such an ass ..." Spalton told me laughingly, "that it's a veterinarian he needs, not a doctor."
At the first footstep we had swiftly moved apart. I had been half-reclining, my head in her lap, strangely soothed and happy as she ran her fingers through my hair. For a long time neither of us had said a word. Now I sat apart from her, awkward and wooden. Spalton did not speak, inclined his head icily, as he strode by. "He's mad because I didn't come to his talk," she whispered.
I boxed with him as hard and swift as I was able ... but a flock of fists drove in over me ... and I was thrown prone across the form of the old man ... who stuttered with fright and impotent rage, swearing it was all a put-up game between us to torment him further, when I protested that I had not tried to do it. The next morning Spalton sent for me.
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