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Rh 'A criminal? A murderer?' inquired the other. 'I say, whatever he may be, we can't allow this illegal chastisement. Let's go and take his part.'

'But it's not a murderer they're beating.'

'Not a murderer? Is it a thief then? It makes no difference, let's go and get him away from the crowd.'

'It's not a thief either.'

'Not a thief? Is it an absconding cashier then, a railway director, an army contractor, a Russian art patron, a lawyer, a Conservative editor, a social reformer? . .. Any way, let's go and help him!'

'No. .. it's a newspaper reporter they 're beating.'

'A reporter? Oh, I tell you what: we'll finish our glasses of tea first then.'

July 1878.

was a vision. ..

Two angels appeared to me. .. two genii.

I say angels, genii, because both had no clothes on their naked bodies, and behind their shoulders rose long powerful wings.