"You're right persistent, ma'am. You hadn't ought to be bothering your head
about any such thing, but if you feel that way I'll be glad to tell you."
He did. While they sat there and waited for the coming of the doctor, he
told her the whole story of his attempt to stop the corruption that was
eating like a canker at the life of the State. He was a plain man, not in
the least eloquent, and he told his story without any sense that he had
played any unusual part. In fact, he was ashamed that he had been forced to
assume a role which necessitated a kind of treachery to those who thought
they had bought him.
Laska Lowe's eyes shone with the delight his tale inspired in her. She
lived largely in the land of ideals, and this fight against wrong moved her
mightily. She could feel for him none of the shame which he felt for
himself at being mixed up in so bad a business. He was playing a man's
part, had chosen it at risk of his life. That was enough. In every fiber of
her, she was glad that good fortune had given her the chance to bear a part
of the battle. In her inmost heart she was even glad that to the day of her
death she must bear the scar that would remind her she had suffered in so
good a cause.
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