Martin Eden eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 523 pages of information about Martin Eden.

Martin Eden eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 523 pages of information about Martin Eden.

He shook his head again, when Gertrude offered him money, though he knew that within the day he would have to make a trip to the pawnbroker.

“Don’t come near Bernard now,” she admonished him.  “After a few months, when he is cooled down, if you want to, you can get the job of drivin’ delivery-wagon for him.  Any time you want me, just send for me an’ I’ll come.  Don’t forget.”

She went away weeping audibly, and he felt a pang of sorrow shoot through him at sight of her heavy body and uncouth gait.  As he watched her go, the Nietzschean edifice seemed to shake and totter.  The slave-class in the abstract was all very well, but it was not wholly satisfactory when it was brought home to his own family.  And yet, if there was ever a slave trampled by the strong, that slave was his sister Gertrude.  He grinned savagely at the paradox.  A fine Nietzsche-man he was, to allow his intellectual concepts to be shaken by the first sentiment or emotion that strayed along—­ay, to be shaken by the slave-morality itself, for that was what his pity for his sister really was.  The true noble men were above pity and compassion.  Pity and compassion had been generated in the subterranean barracoons of the slaves and were no more than the agony and sweat of the crowded miserables and weaklings.

CHAPTER XL

“Overdue” still continued to lie forgotten on the table.  Every manuscript that he had had out now lay under the table.  Only one manuscript he kept going, and that was Brissenden’s “Ephemera.”  His bicycle and black suit were again in pawn, and the type-writer people were once more worrying about the rent.  But such things no longer bothered him.  He was seeking a new orientation, and until that was found his life must stand still.

After several weeks, what he had been waiting for happened.  He met Ruth on the street.  It was true, she was accompanied by her brother, Norman, and it was true that they tried to ignore him and that Norman attempted to wave him aside.

“If you interfere with my sister, I’ll call an officer,” Norman threatened.  “She does not wish to speak with you, and your insistence is insult.”

“If you persist, you’ll have to call that officer, and then you’ll get your name in the papers,” Martin answered grimly.  “And now, get out of my way and get the officer if you want to.  I’m going to talk with Ruth.”

“I want to have it from your own lips,” he said to her.

She was pale and trembling, but she held up and looked inquiringly.

“The question I asked in my letter,” he prompted.

Norman made an impatient movement, but Martin checked him with a swift look.

She shook her head.

“Is all this of your own free will?” he demanded.

“It is.”  She spoke in a low, firm voice and with deliberation.  “It is of my own free will.  You have disgraced me so that I am ashamed to meet my friends.  They are all talking about me, I know.  That is all I can tell you.  You have made me very unhappy, and I never wish to see you again.”

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