'
'I do not quite understand you,' said Marshall, 'but if you once
chuck your reason overboard, you may just as well be Catholic as
Protestant. Nothing can be more ridiculous than the Protestant
objection, on the ground of absurdity, to the story of the saint
walking about with his head under his arm.'
The tea things had been cleared away, and Marshall was smoking. Both
he and Dennis were Chartists, and Baruch had interrupted a debate
upon a speech delivered at a Chartist meeting that morning by Henry
Vincent.
Frederick Dennis was about thirty, tall and rather loose-limbed. He
wore loose clothes, his neck-cloth was tied in a big, loose knot, his
feet were large and his boots were heavy. His face was quite smooth,
and his hair, which was very thick and light brown, fell across his
forehead in a heavy wave with just two complete undulations in it
from the parting at the side to the opposite ear. It had a trick of
tumbling over his eyes, so that his fingers were continually passed
through it to brush it away. He was a wood engraver, or, as he
preferred to call himself, an artist, but he also wrote for the
newspapers, and had been a contributor to the Northern Star. He was
well brought up and was intended for the University, but he did not
stick to his Latin and Greek, and as he showed some talent for
drawing he was permitted to follow his bent.
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