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“Oh, I know you would stop me if you
could. ‘Your wife?’
‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. He was an
outside broker and the proprietor of a financial newspaper; he had come up very
rapidly in the last few years, and Mr. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone,
the result of his innate fear of public speaking. He wore a French military
undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his
attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of
distinction. "That depends upon you. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. “Do?”
“Are you prepared to do things for us? Distribute bills? Write letters? Interrupt
meetings? Canvass at elections? Face dangers?”
“If I am satisfied—”
“If we satisfy you?”
“Then, if possible, I would like to go to prison.
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