That's the justice I look for. Who do you think put down the
poison in Dillsborough wood?"
"How was it that the poor woman lost all her geese?" asked the
Senator.
"She was paid for a great many more than she lost, Mr. Gotobed."
"That doesn't touch upon the injustice of the proceeding. Who
assessed the loss, sir? Who valued the geese? Am I to keep a pet
tiger in my garden, and give you a couple of dollars when he
destroys your pet dog, and think myself justified because dogs as a
rule are not worth more than two dollars each? She has a right to
her own geese on her own ground."
"And Lord Rufford, sir, as I take it," said Runciman, who had been
allowed to come up and hear the end of the conversation, "has a
right to his own foxes in his own coverts."
"Yes,--if he could keep them there, my friend. But as it is the
nature of foxes to wander away and to be thieves, he has no such
right."
"Of course, sir, begging your pardon," said Runciman, "I was
speaking of England." Runciman had heard of the Senator Gotobed, as
indeed had all Dillsborough by this time.
"And I am speaking of justice all the world over," said the Senator
slapping his hand upon his thigh. "But I only want to see. It may
be that England is a country in which a poor man should not attempt
to hold a few acres of land.
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