If I met him now I should think him a pitiful
little creature and be extremely sorry for him. Then I felt only a
wondering aversion. He sniffed horribly, he was tired out by a couple
of miles of loafing, he never started any conversation, and he seemed to
prefer his own company to mine. His mother, poor woman, said he was the
"thoughtful one."
Serious trouble came suddenly out of a conversation we held in bed one
night. Some particularly pious phrase of my elder cousin's irritated me
extremely, and I avowed outright my entire disbelief in the whole scheme
of revealed religion. I had never said a word about my doubts to any one
before, except to Ewart who had first evolved them. I had never settled
my doubts until at this moment when I spoke. But it came to me then that
the whole scheme of salvation of the Frappes was not simply doubtful,
but impossible. I fired this discovery out into the darkness with the
greatest promptitude.
My abrupt denials certainly scared my cousin amazingly.
At first they could not understand what I was saying, and when they
did I fully believe they expected an instant answer in thunderbolts and
flames.
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