These outrages were thought to have been instigated by either or both of the rushy hollow heroines but one shortly after drank carbolic with all her life before her and her sister-in-love finding while one day doing her chores that she stripped well began to feel her |1fruitful1| hat too small for her and took to necking|1, partying and1| selling her spare time in the haymow and elsewhere. But a little thought ought to allow the facts to fall in and take up their due places. If violence to life, limb and chattels has as often as not been an expression, direct or through a male agency, of offended womanhood has not levy of blackmail from the earliest ages followed |1a whispered reputation1| in worldlywise |1sins1|.
First, a gateway there was |1for one thing1| for the suroptimist had bought and enlarged that shack under fair rental of one yearly sheep, value of sixpence, and one small yearly pig, value of eightpence, to grow old and happy in for the remaining years and when
everything was got up for the purpose he put a gate on the place and thenabouts the gate was locked purposely by his faithful people to keep him inside in case he felt like sticking out his chest too far and tempting gracious providence |1by a stroll, unaccostomed as yet
to being clodded1|. It ought to be always remembered |1in connection with what has gone before1| that
there was a commercial stopping in the hotel |1before earlier than1| that and he missed six pounds fifteen and found his overcoat disturbed. The gate business was in fact all threats and abuse and |1in after1| this sort. Humphrey's unsolicited visitor promised through the gate outside which he was first, that he would break his head for him, next, that he would break the gate over his head the way he would crack a nut with a monkey wrench and, last of all, that he would give him his (Humphrey's) blood to drink. He demanded drink |1to begin with and then1| went on at a great rate abusing him from ten thirty up to one in the afternoon without even a lunch interval. Earwicker, longsuffering, under restraint in the sittingout corner of his conservatory, his thermos flask by his side, compiled a long list (now feared lost) to be kept on file of all the abusive names he was called (informer, old fruit, yellow whigger, wheatears, goldygoat, bogside beauty, muddle the plan, mister fatmeat |1gouty ghibelline, |ayorkerporker yorkyporkera|, white elephant, poison booser, guineapig's bastard1|) but did not otherwise respond beyond such sedentarity, though it was as easy as kisshands for him to reach for the hello grip and ring up Crumlin exchange,
because as he explained, touching his wounded feelings in the future, the dominican mission was on at the time and he thought it might reform him. The more than considerably unpleasant bullocky before he rang off pegged a few stones, all of a size, but possibly |1his1| seeing the seriousness of what he had not done made him leave down the stones and, having sobered up a bit, he left the scene, after exhorting him to come outside |1out of that1| so as he could burst him all up |1or if he didn't he didn't know what he wouldn't do to him after which he1| proceeded in the direction of the deaf and dumb institution.