Manchurian Books

This was quite outside all my codes. Uncle Nicodemus sprang it
upon me at the midday meal.
"You been sayin' queer things, George," he said abruptly. "You better
mind what you're saying."
"What did he say, father?" said Mrs. Frapp.
"Things I couldn't' repeat," said he.
"What things?" I asked hotly.
"Ask 'IM," said my uncle, pointing with his knife to his informant,
and making me realise the nature of my offence. My aunt looked at the
witness. "Not--?" she framed a question.
"Wuss," said my uncle. "Blarsphemy."
My aunt couldn't touch another mouthful. I was already a little troubled
in my conscience by my daring, and now I began to feel the black
enormity of the course upon which I had embarked.
"I was only talking sense," I said.
I had a still more dreadful moment when presently I met my cousin in the
brick alley behind the yard, that led back to his grocer's shop.
"You sneak!" I said, and smacked his face hard forthwith. "Now then,"
said I.
He started back, astonished and alarmed. His eyes met mine, and I saw a
sudden gleam of resolution.


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