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Chapter 11. Let Loose

           ‘YoushallseehowsoonIwillforcemyselftoberecognisedasagentleman,andyoushallprofitbyit.Itisagreed?Areweone?’

           ‘Oh,surely,surely!’saidthelittleman.

           ‘ThenyoushallhearbeforeIsleep—andinsixwords,forIwantsleep—howIappearbeforeyou,I,Lagnier.Rememberthat.Nottheother.’

           ‘Altro,altro!NotRi——’BeforeJohnBaptistcouldfinishthename,hiscomradehadgothishandunderhischinandfiercelyshutuphismouth.

           ‘Death!whatareyoudoing?Doyouwantmetobetrampleduponandstoned?Doyouwanttobetrampleduponandstoned?Youwouldbe.Youdon’timaginethattheywouldsetuponme,andletmyprisonchumgo?Don’tthinkit!’

           Therewasanexpressioninhisfaceashereleasedhisgripofhisfriend’sjaw,fromwhichhisfriendinferredthatifthecourseofeventsreallycametoanystoningandtrampling,MonsieurLagnierwouldsodistinguishhimwithhisnoticeastoensurehishavinghisfullshareofit.HerememberedwhatacosmopolitangentlemanMonsieurLagnierwas,andhowfewweakdistinctionshemade.

           ‘Iamaman,’saidMonsieurLagnier,‘whomsocietyhasdeeplywrongedsinceyoulastsawme.YouknowthatIamsensitiveandbrave,andthatitismycharactertogovern.Howhassocietyrespectedthosequalitiesinme?Ihavebeenshriekedatthroughthestreets.Ihavebeenguardedthroughthestreetsagainstmen,andespeciallywomen,runningatmearmedwithanyweaponstheycouldlaytheirhandson.

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