"No
parable would stand it. Sabina did pour in the paraffin oil. I'm not
pretending that a wolf or any animal of that sort came in and meddled
with the judge's food. I'm merely trying to explain to you that later
on, when you understand all the circumstances, you'll find yourself
tearing out your hair, and rubbing sack-cloth and ashes into your skin,
just as the king did when he realised what he had done in the case of
the dog Gelert. As well as I recollect the poor man never got over it."
"Dogs or no dogs," said Doyle, "Sabina Gallagher will have the wages
due to her paid, and then off with her out of my house. For conduct
the like of hers is what I won't stand, and what nobody in a hotel
would stand."
"Very well," said Meldon; "I've told you what the consequences of your
action will be. If you choose to face them you can. I've done my best
to save you. But you are evidently bent on going your own way. I
daresay you may be quite right in supposing that you won't suffer much,
even when you find out that you have committed a gross injustice.
After all, it requires a man to have some sort of a conscience to
suffer in that sort of way, and you apparently have none.
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