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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 145 June to November 1922
Year: 1922 (1920s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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, relieved against theblue dado of the sea. But Fisher had aflower in his buttonhole, and his friendcould have sworn he carried his canewith something almost like the swaggerof a fighter. With such clouds gather-ing over England, the pessimist seemedto be the only man who carried his ownsunshine. Look here, said Harold March, ab-ruptly, youve been no end of a friendto me, and I never was so proud of afriendship before; but theres somethingI must get off my chest. The more Ifound out, the less I understood how youcould stand it. And I tell you Im goingto stand it no longer. Home Fisher gazed across at himgravely and attentively, but rather asif he were a long way off. You know I always liked you,said Fisher, quietly, but I also respectyou, which is not always the same thing.You may possibly guess that I like agood many people I dont respect.Perhaps it is my tragedy, perhaps it ismy fault. But you are very different,and I promise you this: that I willnever try to keep you as somebody to
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n HARPERS MONTHLY MAGAZINE be liked, at the price of your not beingrespected. I know you are magnanimous/said March, after a silence, and yet youtolerate and perpetuate everything thatis mean. Then after another silencehe added: Doyou remember when wefirst met, when you were fishing in thatbrook in the affair of the target? Anddo you remember you said that, afterall, it might do no harm if I could blowthe whole tangle of this society to hellwith dynamite? Yes, and what of that? askedFisher. Only that Im going to blow it tohell with dynamite, said Harold March,and I think it right to give you fairwarning. For a long time I didnt be-lieve things were as bad as you saidthey were. But I never felt as if I couldhave bottled up what you knew, sup-posing you really knew it. Well, thelong and the short of it is that Ive gota conscience; and now, at last, Ivealso got a chance. Ive been put incharge of a big independent paper,with a free hand, and were going toopen a cannonade on corruption. Th

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