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Updated: August 20, 2024
So you see your objection is really an extra inducement. It is only by marrying the daughter of Dr. Farr that I can protect Dr. Farr's daughter. Are you satisfied now? I don't know whether I mentioned it, but she hasn't actually said "yes" yet. She had certain objections, or rather a certain objection which I found it necessary to meet in a a somewhat regrettable manner.
Farr's eyes glistened; he smiled; he continued to play on this ignoramus his satiric pranks of mystifying language: "More of your lack of acuteness, my fat friend. Because I do not patter the flash lingo with you, you appear to take me for a college professor in disguise. You are not a real tramp. You are a bum, a loafer, a yeg.
For I need the kind of man who dares to face even Symonds Dodd in his office and tell him what he is. Oh, I have just come from there," he explained in reply to Farr's stare. "He told me." "I went merely as a voice, sir." "But you seem to have been more than that in getting the confidence of the men in your ward. I know an organizer when I see him.
He stated that near Farr's he had made her strip and lie down, and had flogged her until he was tired; that before he reached home he had a second time made her strip, and again flogged her until he was tired; that when he reached home he had tied her to a peach-tree, and after getting a drink had flogged her until he was thirsty again; and while he went to get a drink the woman made her escape.
Johnston could be clearly seen coming down from the boatshed with a curious figure beside him a figure so odd and unfamiliar that he might have been part of the unfamiliar fog itself. "Well, you've certainly struck it lucky today," called the genial Mr. Johnston. "This here is Doc. Farr's boy. He's going right back over there now and he'll take you along if you want to go."
But, of course, every man to his liking!" The old man walked down to the fence. He was crooked at the waist and his legs were hooked with the curves of age, but he strode along with brisk vigor. His gaze was as sharp as a gimlet, though the puckered lids were cocked over his eyes with the effect of little tents whose flaps were partly closed. He put his face close to Farr's.
Etienne was able to point out the little house of sanctuary from where he stood and he waved his rake reassuringly from a distance when the good woman came to the door, answering Farr's knock. He danced into the house with the child, behind the good woman, who had answered Etienne's signal with a return flip of her apron; he was trying to bring a smile to the little face.
But with simple earnestness and in halting speech he revealed the tenderness of Farr's nature and gave further testimony to her woman's understanding that this man who had come into her life possessed depths which she longed to probe.
Get another doctor, if you feel like it, but I've got to keep moving there are lots of folks waiting for me in these tenements." He shook off Farr's hand and hurried away.
They trudged in silence back to the city Etienne to take his rake and pike-pole from the hands of the man who had substituted at the rack, and Farr to resume surly domination over his sweating Italians. "The martyrs," Etienne had called them. The notion of that stuck in Farr's brooding thoughts.
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