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The Prodigal Judge

CHAPTER IX
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I am aware they are out of place in this age, but what's bred in the bone will show in the flesh.

Who says it won't, is no gentleman himself and a liar as well! My place in the world was determined two or three hundred years ago, and my ancestors spat on such cattle as Mahaffy and they were flattered by the attention!" The judge, powerfully excited by his denunciation of the unfortunate Mahaffy, quitted his chair and, lurching somewhat as he did so, began to pace the floor.
"Take me for your example, boy! You may be poor, you may possibly be hungry you'll often be thirsty, but through it all you will remain that splendid thing--a gentleman! Lands, niggers, riches, luxury, I've had 'em all; I've sucked the good of 'em; they've colored my blood, they've gone into the fiber of my brain and body.

Perhaps you'll contend that the old order is overthrown, that family has gone to the devil?
You are right, and there's the pity of it! Where are the great names?
A race of upstarts has taken their place--sons of nobody--nephews of nobody--cousins of nobody--I observe only deterioration in the trend of modern life.

The social fabric is tottering--I can see it totter--" and he tottered himself as he said this.
The boy had watched him out of wide eyes, as ponderous and unwieldy he shuffled back and forth in the dim candlelight; now shaking his head and muttering, the judge dropped into his chair.
"Well, I'm an old man-the spectacle won't long offend me.

I'll die presently.


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