"
The company laughed. They were accustomed to these triumphs of logic,
and relished them. Every man braced himself up in his seat.
"Why, how's that, lawyer?" said a townsman who sat tailor-fashion on a
bench; he would hardly have been surprised if the lawyer had proved
beyond question that he swam swanlike among the Isles of Greece.
"I'll tell you a story," said the gentleman addressed. "There was an
ancient family in Yorkshire, and the lord of the house was of a very
splenetive temper. One day in a fit of jealousy he killed his wife,
and put to death all of his children who were at home by throwing them
over the battlements of his castle. He had one remaining child, and it
was an infant, and was nursed at a farmhouse a mile away. He had set
out for the farm with an intent to destroy his only remaining child,
when a storm of thunder and lightning came on, and he stopped."
"Thought it was a warning, I should say," interrupted a listener.
"It awakened the compunctions of conscience, and he desisted from his
purpose.
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