"I'll kill him!" he cried shrilly. "If the rest of you are afraid to
stand up for her, I will show you how a Virginia gentleman acts in
such matters. I'll--"
"My boy," said Joey, very much gratified by his _protege's_ attitude.
"I like to hear you talk that way. But don't you go 'round gabbing
about killing people. A word to the wise, my lad. You see wot I mean?"
David turned perfectly livid and then sank back to his seat with a
groan of despair.
"You mean that my--that I've got a bad name already?"
"So far as the law is concerned, yes," said Joey gently. "You see, you
are David Jenison and--well, it's a fine old name, my 'eartie, but
these ain't very gallant days. It's too soon after the war, I take
it."
The boy looked from one to the other, his eyes dark with the pain of
understanding.
"But," he said bravely, "he must not be allowed to strike her. Why
doesn't she leave him? Why not get a divorce? No woman should live
with a man who strikes her. God doesn't intend that to be. He--"
"God put us all into the world and he'll take us all out of it," said
the clown, philosophizing.
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