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 "I'm a Socialist myself; and I'm thankful to say that I grow more and more class-conscious every day," said Hilary Vance still gloomily. "But if you feel it due to your personal human dignity to smack Henry Wiggins, you oughtn't to let your official dignity stand in your way."

"No, sir," said Pollyooly politely.

"The vindication of one's personal human dignity is the most important thing in life. You must resign!" he roared, warming to a sudden enthusiasm.

"What's that, sir?" said Pollyooly calmly.

She had grown used to his roaring enthusiasms. They no longer ruffled her serenity.

"You must give up being the Honorable John's housekeeper," he roared.

"Oh, I couldn't do that!" cried Pollyooly, startled. "How should we live, the Lump and me?"

"You—must—vindicate—your—personal—human—dignity!" roared Hilary Vance.

He laid down his pencil in order to punctuate each word by slapping his right hand down on his left. The action and the voice produced emphasis. Pollyooly gazed at him with calm eyes.

"You will find other work," he roared on a more