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"You never did any work of that sort?" inquired May, regarding him
from a good-natured height.
"Never, I'm sorry to say."
"But don't you sometimes feel as if it were a duty?"
"I often feel I ought to do _something_," answered Dymchurch, in a
graver voice. "But whether I could be of any use among the poor, is
doubtful."
"No, I hardly think you could," said May, reflectively. "Your social
position doesn't allow of that. Of course you help to make laws,
which is more important."
"If I really did so; but I don't. I have no more part in law-making
than you have."
"But, why not?" asked May, gazing at him in surprise. "Surely _that_
is a duty about which you can have no doubt."
"I neglect _all_ duties," he answered.
"How strange! Is it your principle? You are not an Anarchist, Lord
Dymchurch?"
"Practically, I fancy that's just what I am. Theoretically, no.
Suppose," he added, with his pleasantest smile, "you advise me as to
what use I can make of my life."
The man was speaking without control of his tongue.


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