“Tut, tut!” he said. Yet she held her tongue. . —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that men will keep you, more or less. The brain tires of resistance, and when it meets again and again, incoherently active, the same phrases, the same ideas that it has already slain, exposed and dissected and buried, it becomes less and less energetic to repeat the operation. A cry was then raised by the leaders to attack Wild's house, and the fury of the mob was instantly directed to that quarter. That is what I must do.
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