Capitolo 17
his/her language. During their long walk he had not said anything; he had
unissued anybody syllable of disgusting slang on the duty of the obedience
and the wickedness of resistance to law; he had not shown worry
in the matter; hardly also a conscience of the boy
existence. Probably his/her mind to that moment indeed it was
shaking himself/herself/itself small on the inequities of his/her nephew, and a lot
on the inequities of President Polk, but the boy was able
hardly to that touch of age the whole satisfaction to think that
President Polk had to be the victim vicar of his own sins,
and he gave his/her credit of grandfather for intelligent silence. For
this indulgence he felt instinctive respect. He admitted strength
as a form of right; he admitted equal temperament under protest,; but
the seeds of a moral education are able to that moment you/he/she is fallen
on the stone ground in Quincy that is as every he/she knows, the
glacial motion and of the tide stone wiseacre in some Puritanical earth.
Neither you celebrate to this momentary disagreement you/he/she has been able to feel
grudge, for during these three or four summers the old one
President's relationships with the boy were friendly and almost
intimate. If his still oldest brothers and sisters were more
favorite he didn't succeed in remembering, but he was him it admitted a
kind of the familiarity that, when in his/her turn he had come to old
you grow old, rather it shocked him/it, for him you/he/she has sometimes had to try the
President's patience. Him hung on the library; handled the
books; disarranged the papers; looked through the drawers; crossed the
the old purses and pocket-books for foreign coins; drawn the
sword-reed; the travelling-guns; upsets all in
the angles, and it penetrated the attire-closet of the President where
a line of acrobats, inverted on the shelf, covered caterpillars
what supposed were for becoming moths or butterflies, but never
it did. The Mrs. it annoyed with moral courage the loss of the acrobats that