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His position gives him a chance to do much mischief, and he would avail himself of it very adroitly, if he had a personal grievance." "I believe you are actually afraid of the fellow." Richard smiled. "No, I am not afraid of him, but I don't underrate him. The men look up to Torrini as a sort of leader; he's an effective speaker, and knows very well how to fan a dissatisfaction.
When a man picks up a tool by the wrong end he must expect to get cut." "You didn't have a choice." "I shouldn't have touched Torrini. After discharging him and finding him disposed to resist my order to leave the yard, I ought to have called in a constable.
"I can speak where I like," replied Torrini gravely. He was drunk, but the intoxication was not in his tongue. His head, as Denyven had asserted, was as clear as a fog-horn. "When you are sober, you can come to the desk and get your pay and your kit. You are discharged from the yard."
But what do they do? They squander a quarter of their week's wages at the tavern, no rich man could afford to put a fourth of his income into drink, and make windy speeches at the Union. I don't say all of them, but too many of them. The other night, I understand, Torrini compared Mr. Slocum to Nero, Mr. Slocum, the fairest and gentlest man that ever breathed! What rubbish!"
I supposed him to be wandering in his mind." "He was expecting Durgin, though Torrini had every reason for believing that he had fled." Mr. Taggett leaned forward, and asked, "When did he go, and where?" "He was too cunning to confide his plans to Torrini.
Among the molders, and possibly the sheet-iron workers, there was cause for dissatisfaction; but the dissatisfaction spread to where no grievance existed; it seized upon the spinners, and finally upon the marble workers. Torrini fanned the flame there. Taking for his text the rentage question, he argued that Slocum was well able to give a trifle more for labor than his city competitors.
Then he threw open the blinds of the window looking on the back yard, and set his hand-bag against the door to prevent it being blown to by the draught. Torrini, without altering the rigid position of his head on the pillow, followed every movement with a look of curious insistence, like that of the eyes in a portrait.
"At the meeting, last night, Torrini gave in his resignation as secretary of the Association; being no longer a marble worker, he was not qualified to serve." "We unhorsed him, then?" "Rather. I am half sorry, too." "Richard," said Mr. Slocum, halting in one of his nervous walks up and down the room, "you are the oddest composition of hardness and softness I ever saw." "Am I?"
"I am sorry about this." "You are very good; I don't understand. I ask nothing of Slocum; but the signorina comes every day, and I cannot help it. What would you have? I'm a dead man," and he turned away his face. "It is not so bad as that," said Richard. Torrini looked up with a ghastly smile. "They have cut off the hand that struck you, Mr. Shackford." "I suppose it was necessary.
Richard approached Father O'Meara and said: "When the money is found, please take charge of it, and see that every decent arrangement is made. I mean, spare nothing. I am a Protestant, but I believe in any man's prayers when they are not addressed to a heathen image. I promised Torrini to send his wife and children to Italy.
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