Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 28 of 100
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30 "q@HE SONS OF LIBERTY. - “Thank you. I’m pretty comfortable, myself. Goon with ~ the funeral !” : Sor, = “Mr. Whitehead, do you wish this boy to hear what we have to say ?” . Joram looked at the boy and saw a strange gleam in his reye, which he did not like; so he said, “T see no harm of it. Let him stay.” “Very good. Now tell me what happened last night.” “Sir John, I did not come here to be questioned. My — neighbors have been speaking with me about the stamp-act, and have used arguments beyond my power to resist. I have decided to resign my office, since I can not hold it without embroiling myself in a constant trouble with my neigh- bors.” “Joram Whitehead, do you know where you have come — to, to make this avowal? In the name of the king do you think I will bear this? You shall not resign. You dare not do it. I give you warning of it. Enough, more than enough, of the cowards who have taken office from the king have thrown it up, under the threats of a vile mob. It can not be done here.” But, Whitehead, now that he had broken the ice, was quite as firm as the baronet, and answered, hotly, “JT have made up my mind, Sir John. I live in constant dread. I do not know at what hour the Sons of Liberty will ‘preak into my house and treat me to a coat of tar and feathers. ne ad As I have no desire for any such clothing, I beg leave to take the wisest course and live a peaceful life in my old age.” “ Hear, hear !” said Tommy, softly. “And you dare to come here,” cried Sir John, rising and pacing quickly up and down the room, with his hands clasped bebind him-—“ you dare to come here and tell me this to my face, that you, think of yielding at this moment, when the king needs the help of all his servants? Would that the Sons of Liberty had but one neck and I could sever it at a single blow! It is not so much that the stamp-act is to be resisted. It is the beginning of a settled resistance to the just acts of Parliament. But, we will make them swallow the act yet, curse them! They shall take the stamps, at least while I have any power. AndI have you in my power. If you do not Ccommicloooks.comn