human
Now, Father Jim--I'm not-- he put a touch of feeling in the
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human
Why, Tom, are you crazy! Take her all over the three counties of this district with you? Why, boy-- But Judge Van Dorn continued evenly:
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I don't like a man stenographer. Men make me nervous and self-conscious, and I can't give a man the best that's in me. And I propose to give my best to this job--in justice to myself. And Violet Mauling knows my ways. She doesn't interpose herself between me and my ideas, so I am going to make her court stenographer next month right after the election.
human
And, Father Jim, I'm going to be elected--I'm dead sure of election.
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And anyway, pater, we mustn't quarrel right now--Just at this time, Laura--
human
You're a sly dog, now, ain't you! Ain't you a sly dog? shrilled the Doctor in sputtering rage. Then the blaze in his eyes faded and he cried in despair:
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Tom, Tom, isn't there any way I can put the fear of God into you?
human
Doctor Jim, I'm afraid you can't jar me much with the fear of God. You have a God that sneaks in the back door of matter as a kind of a divine immanence that makes for progress and Joe Calvin in there has a God with whiskers who sits on a throne and runs a sort of police court; but one's as impossible as the other. I have no God at all, his chest swelled magnificently,
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I've defended gamblers and thugs--and crooks, some rich, some poor, mostly poor and mostly guilty. And Joe has been free attorney for the law and order league and has given the church free advice and entertained preachers when he wasn't hiding out from his wife. And he's gone to conference and been a deacon and given to the Lord all his life. And now that it's good business for him to have me elected, can he get a vote out of all his God-and-morality crowd? Not a vote. And all I have to do is to wiggle my finger and the whole crowd of thugs and blacklegs and hoodlums and rich and poor line up for me--no matter how pious I talk. I tell you, Father Jim--there's nothing in your God theory. It doesn't work. My job is to get the best out of myself possible. But this was harking back to Violet Mauling and the young Judge smiled with bland impertinence as he finished,
human
The fittest survive, my dear pater, and I propose to keep fit--to keep fit--and survive!
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Fit and survive kept repeating themselves over in Dr. Nesbit's mind, and it was from a sad, hurt heart that he spoke almost kindly:
human
Tom--Tom, my boy, don't be too sure of yourself. You may keep fit and you may survive--but Tom, Tom-- the Doctor looked steadily into the bold, black eyes before him and fancied they were being held consciously from dropping and shifting as the Doctor cried:
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For God's sake, Tom, don't let up! Keep on fighting, son, God or no God--you've got a devil--keep on fighting him!
human
Well, he said, turning to the door,
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Violet, he said, going up to her writing desk and half sitting upon it, as he put the package before her,