Darrow's soul of the stain he has put upon it by deserting Dame
Realism for a moment to flirt with Romance, when it comes to the
Judgment Day.
"As I want it to be, so must it be," quoth Harley.
"Good," thought I. "It will no doubt be excellent; but be honest,
and don't insist that you've taken down life as it is; for you may
have an astigmatism, for all you know, and life may not be at all
what it has seemed to you while you were putting it down."
"Yes, sir," said Harley, leaning back in his chair and drawing a long
breath, which showed his determination, "to the bitter end she shall
go, through such complications as I choose to have her, encountering
whatever villains I may happen to find most convenient, and to
complete her story she shall marry the man I select for my hero, if
he is as commonplace as the average salesman in a Brooklyn universal
dry-goods emporium."
Imagine my feelings if you can! Having gone as a self-appointed
ambassador to the enemy to secure terms of peace, to return to find
my principal donning his armor and daubing his face with paint for a
renewal of the combat, was certainly not pleasant.
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