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Montgomery’s “Bank Holiday.”

           AsitisAndbesides,whatwillbecomeofthedecentpartoftheBeastFolk?"

           "Well,"saidI,"thatwilldoto-morrow.I’vebeenthinkingwemightmakethatbrushwoodintoapyreandburnhisbodyandthoseotherthings.ThenwhatwillhappenwiththeBeastFolk?"

           "Idon’tknow.Isupposethosethatweremadeofbeastsofpreywillmakesillyassesofthemselvessoonerorlater.Wecan’tmassacrethelotcanwe?Isupposethat’swhatyourhumanitywouldsuggest?Butthey’llchange.Theyaresuretochange."

           HetalkedthusinconclusivelyuntilatlastIfeltmytempergoing.

           "Damnation!"heexclaimedatsomepetulanceofmine;"can’tyouseeI’minaworseholethanyouare?"Andhegotup,andwentforthebrandy."Drink!"hesaidreturning,"youlogic-chopping,chalky-facedsaintofanatheist,drink!"

           "NotI,"saidI,andsatgrimlywatchinghisfaceundertheyellowparaffineflare,ashedrankhimselfintoagarrulousmisery.

           Ihaveamemoryofinfinitetedium.HewanderedintoamaudlindefenceoftheBeastPeopleandofM’ling.M’ling,hesaid,wastheonlythingthathadeverreallycaredforhim.Andsuddenlyanideacametohim.

           "I’mdamned!"saidhe,staggeringtohisfeetandclutchingthebrandybottle.

           BysomeflashofintuitionIknewwhatitwasheintended."Youdon’tgivedrinktothatbeast!"Isaid,risingandfacinghim.

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