Morton shook
hands with the young farmer and introduced the Senator. Larry was
still woe-begone though he endeavoured to shake off his sorrows and
to appear to be gay. "I never see much of the man," he said when
they told him that they were going across to call upon his
neighbour, "and I don't know that I want to."
"He doesn't seem to have much friendship among you all," said the
Senator.
"Quite as much as he deserves, Mr. Gotobed," replied Larry. The
Senator's name had lately become familiar as a household word in
Dillsborough, and was, to tell the truth, odious to such men as
Larry Twentyman. "He's a thundering rascal, and the only place fit
for him in the county is Rufford gaol. He's like to be there soon,
I think."
"That's what provokes me," said the Senator. "You think he's a
rascal, Mister."
"I do."
"And because you take upon yourself to think so you'd send him to
Rufford gaol! There was one gentleman somewhere about here told me
he ought to be hung, and because I would not agree with him he got
up and walked away from me at table, carrying his provisions with
him. Another man in the next field to this insulted me because I
said I was going to see Goarly. The clergyman in Dillsborough and
the hotelkeepers were just as hard upon me. But you see, Mister,
that what we want to find out is whether Goarly or the Lord has the
right of it in this particular case.
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