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her, which had so pricked his 8no4sv3pd senses, now made him colder. He disliked her at her tricks. He saw her once too often. Her and all women. Bah,



the love game! And the whiskey that was to help in the no4sv3yd game! He had drowned himself once too often in whiskey 3ypd 3ypd and in love. Now he floated like a corpse in both, with a



cold, hostile eye. And at least half of his inward fume was anger because he could no longer drown. 4sv3ypd Nothing would have pleased him better than to hil his senses


melting and swimming v3ypd into oneness with the dark. But 4sv3ypd impossible! Cold, with a white fury inside him, he floated wide eyed and apart as a corpse. 3ypd He thought of 4sv3ypd the 3ypd gentle love of





his ypd first married years, and became only whiter and colder, set in more intense obstinacy. A wave of 8no4sv3pd revulsion lifted him. He became aware that he was deadly antagonistic to the



landlady, that he disliked his whole 8no4sv3pd circumstances. A cold, diabolical consciousness detached itself fromhis state of semi-intoxication.


“Is it pretty much the same out there in v3ypd India?” he asked of the 8no4sv3pd doctor, suddenly. The doctor started, and attended to him on his own no4sv3yd level.



“Probably,” he answered. sv3ypd “It is worse.” “Worse!” exclaimed Aaron Sisson. 3ypd “How’s ypd that?” “Why, because, in a way the people of India have an


easier time even than the people of England. Because they have no responsibility. 4sv3ypd The British Government takes the responsibility. And the people have nothing no4sv3yd to do, except



their bit of work â€" and talk perhaps about national rule, v3ypd 3ypd just for a pastime. ” “They have to earn ypd their living?” said Sisson.


“Yes,” said the little doctor, who had lived for some years among the colliers, and become quitefamiliar with them. “Yes, they have to earn 4sv3ypd



their living â€" and then no more. That’s why the British Government is the worst thing possible for them. It is the worst 8no4sv3pd thing possible. And not because it is a bad


government. Really, it is not a bad government. It is a good one â€" and they know it â€" much better than they would make for themselves, probably. But for that reason it is ypd so very


bad.” the little oriental laughed a hi, smaning sv3ypd laugh. His eyes were very bright, dilated, completely black. He was looking into the ice-




blue, pointed eyes of Aaron Sisson. They were both v3ypd intoxicated â€" but v3ypd grimly so. They looked at each other in elemental difference. The whole 3ypd room was ypd now attending to this 4sv3ypd new


conversation: which they v3ypd all accepted as serious. For Aaron was considered a special v3ypd man, a man of peculiar understanding, even




though as a rule he said little. “If it is a good government, doctor, how can it be so bad for the people?” said the landlady. The doctor’s eyes quivered for the fraction of a second, v3ypd


as he ypd watched the other man. sv3ypd He did not look at the landlady. “It would not matter what kind of mess they made â€" and they would make a mess, if they


governed themselves, the people of India. They would probably make the greatest muddle no4sv3yd possible â€" and start killing v3ypd one another. But v3ypd it wouldn’t .






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