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Chapter I. The Blurring Of Lines

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           "Imustsay,ProfessorSummerlee,thatyourmannersdonotseemtohaveimprovedsinceIlasthadthepleasureofmeetingyou,"saidLordJohnseverely.

           "Youlordlingsarenotaccustomedtohearthetruth,"Summerleeansweredwithabittersmile."Itcomesasabitofashock,doesitnot,whensomeonemakesyourealizethatyourtitleleavesyounonethelessaveryignorantman?"

           "Uponmyword,sir,"saidLordJohn,verysternandrigid,"ifyouwereayoungermanyouwouldnotdaretospeaktomeinsooffensiveafashion."

           Summerleethrustouthischin,withitslittlewaggingtuftofgoateebeard.

           "Iwouldhaveyouknow,sir,that,youngorold,therehasneverbeenatimeinmylifewhenIwasafraidtospeakmymindtoanignorantcoxcomb—yes,sir,anignorantcoxcomb,ifyouhadasmanytitlesasslavescouldinventandfoolscouldadopt."

           ForamomentLordJohn’seyesblazed,andthen,withatremendouseffort,hemasteredhisangerandleanedbackinhisseatwitharmsfoldedandabittersmileuponhisface.Tomeallthiswasdreadfulanddeplorable.Likeawave,thememoryofthepastsweptoverme,thegoodcomradeship,thehappy,adventurousdays—allthatwehadsufferedandworkedforandwon.Thatitshouldhavecometothis—toinsultsandabuse!SuddenlyIwassobbing—sobbinginloud,gulping,uncontrollablesobswhichrefusedtobeconcealed.Mycompanionslookedatmeinsurprise.Icoveredmyfacewithmyhands.

           "It’sallright,"saidI."Only—onlyitissuchapity!"

           "You’reill,youngfellah,that’swhat’samisswithyou,"saidLordJohn.

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