If you had taken what I said in the right way, I would not have done what
I'm going to do. I'm going to send you out of Lebanon. You're a bad and
dangerous element here. You must go."
"Who are you to tell me I must go?"
The fat hands quivered on the table with anger and emotion, but also with
fear of something. "You may be a rich man and own railways, but--"
"But I am not rich and I don't own railways. Lately bad feeling has been
growing on the Sagalac, and only a spark was needed to fire the ricks.
You struck the spark in your sermon last night. I don't see the end of
it all. One thing is sure--you're not going to take the funeral service
to-morrow."
The slack red lips of the man of God were gone dry with excitement, the
loose body swayed with the struggle to fight it out.
"I'll take no orders from you," the husky voice protested. "My
conscience alone will guide me. I'll speak the truth as I feel it, and
the people will stand by me."
"In that case you WILL take orders from me. I'm going to save the town
from what hurts it, if I can. I've got no legal rights over you, but I
have moral rights, and I mean to enforce them.
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