But we, if we have
tasks, have tasks of our own choosing. We may not like the world, but
anyhow we are free to do our best to alter it. If I were a clerk in
Hoxton and you were a city typist, then we MIGHT swear."
"It was you who swore," smiled Miss Grammont.
"It's the thought of that clerk in Hoxton and that city typist who
really keep me at my work. Any smacking ought to come from them.
I couldn't do less than I do in the face of their helplessness.
Nevertheless a day will come--through what we do and what we refrain
from doing when there will be no bound and limited clerks in Hoxton and
no captive typists in the city. And nobody at all to consider."
"According to the prophet Martineau," said Miss Grammont.
"And then you and I must contrive to be born again."
"Heighho!" cried Miss Grammont. "A thousand years ahead! When fathers
are civilized. When all these phanton people who intervene on your
side--no! I don't want to know anything about them, but I know of them
by instinct--when they also don't matter."
"Then you and I can have things out with each other--THOROUGHLY," said
Sir Richmond, with a surprising ferocity in his voice, charging the
little hill before him as though he charged at Time.
Section 6
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