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Chapter 4

           Heclutchedhisfingers,anddeterminedthathisvoiceandhisfaceandallthequickexpressivegestureswhichhadbeenathiscommandmakingpeoplepityhimandpraisehimalltheseyearsshouldsubduethemselves.Hewouldmakehersmileathim.Hewouldfindsomesimpleeasythingtosaytoher.Butwhat?For,wrappedupinhisworkashewas,heforgotthesortofthingonesaid.Therewasapuppy.Theyhadapuppy.Whowaslookingafterthepuppytoday?heasked.Yes,thoughtJamespitilessly,seeinghissister’sheadagainstthesail,nowshewillgiveway.Ishallbelefttofightthetyrantalone.Thecompactwouldbelefttohimtocarryout.Camwouldneverresisttyrannytothedeath,hethoughtgrimly,watchingherface,sad,sulky,yielding.Andassometimeshappenswhenacloudfallsonagreenhillsideandgravitydescendsandthereamongallthesurroundinghillsisgloomandsorrow,anditseemsasifthehillsthemselvesmustponderthefateoftheclouded,thedarkened,eitherinpity,ormaliciouslyrejoicinginherdismay:soCamnowfeltherselfovercast,asshesatthereamongcalm,resolutepeopleandwonderedhowtoanswerherfatheraboutthepuppy;howtoresisthisentreatyforgiveme,careforme;whileJamesthelawgiver,withthetabletsofeternalwisdomlaidopenonhisknee(hishandonthetillerhadbecomesymbolicaltoher),said,Resisthim.Fighthim.Hesaidsorightly;justly.Fortheymustfighttyrannytothedeath,shethought.Ofallhumanqualitiesshereverencedjusticemost.

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