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I was to say what there was to be said 

 quite frankly. This would help to show 



the world that, although The D 



C was the friend of Humanity, it was 



not the enemy of man. It had still 

 some lurking self-consciousness of the 

 original sin that makes all of us ready 

 for the chase, and would not be ashamed 

 of bearing symptoms of this undeniable 

 predisposition to Anti-Jacobinism. 



All went well for a good long time, 

 and I quite enjoyed my charge of the 

 Nonconformist Conscience in its sinful 

 tendencies. I felt like a high priest of 

 Satanism in a new and rather rational 

 school. Trouble, however, was at hand. 

 One evening H. W. M., pale and obvi- 

 ously perturbed, came to speak to me as 

 he was passing out of the coffee-room. 

 "That leader this morning," he said, 



haltingly, — "H , who has just been 



dining with me, says it's something awful." 

 "Ah! I'm sorry. Editor; but why?" 

 "Well," said H. W. M., taking a seat 

 very seriously, "H says you're all 



