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Locke, William John, 1863-1930

"Simon the Jester"

I've made up my mind to get that man decent again,
and, by George, I'm going to do it! Fancy those two weaklings producing
healthy offspring. But they have. Two of the most intelligent kids
in the district. If you hold up your hands and say it's awful to
contemplate their upbringing you're speaking the blatant truth. It's
the contemplation that's awful. But why contemplate when you can do
something?"
I admitted the justice of the remark. He went on.
"Look at yourself now. If you had gone in with me last night and just
stared at the poor devil howling with D.T. in that filthy place, you'd
have come out sick and said it was awful. Instead of that, you buckled
to and worked and threw off everything save our common humanity, and
have got interested in the Judds in spite of yourself. You'll go and see
them again and do what you can for them, won't you?"
I was not in a merry mood, but I laughed. Campion had read the intention
that had vaguely formulated itself in the back of my mind.
"Of course I will," I said.


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