"You are right, Mr. Carpenter. But that is the fact
about our world, and you cannot change it--"
Carpenter flung out his arm at me. "Let no man utter in my presence
the supreme blasphemy against life!"
So, of course, I was silent; and Carpenter went and sat at the
window again, and watched the dawn.
At last I ventured: "All that your friends ask, Mr. Carpenter, is
that you will wait until this convention of the ex-soldiers has got
out of town. After that, it may be possible to get people to listen
to you. But while the Brigade is here, it is impossible. They are
rough, and they are wild; they are taking possession of the city,
and will do what they please. If they see you on the streets, they
will inflict indignities upon you, they will mishandle you--"
Said Carpenter: "Do not fear those who kill the body, but fear those
who kill the soul."
So again I fell silent; and presently he remarked: "My brother, I
wish to be alone."
Said I: "Won't you please promise, Mr. Carpenter--"
He answered: "I make promises only to my Father.
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