Dodd sighed heavily, his eyes still closed. "I'msorry," he said slowly. "It's a silly thing to say: I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do." He paused. "But there isn't. I wishnever mind. It doesn't matter. But you understand, don't you? You understand?"And because (according to the society, and the laws, and the appearances, and the regulations) there was no need for guilt, the masters of Fruyling's World had, like masters anywhere and any time, buried the guilt, hidden it even from themselves, forbidden its existence and forgotten to mention it to their thoughts.
ONE:"I order you to take him out and buck-and-gag him," shouted the Provost-Marshal.CHAPTER XVI. THE TROUBLESOME BOYS
THREE:"And he's layin' very low over in a tent there?""Mebbe they'll come closter next time," said little Pete with a shiver, as he trotted a little nearer Shorty.
"Not on their butternut-dyed lives they ain't," said Shorty scornfully. "They've got their dirty hides as full o' lickin' as they kin hold for one day. They'll set around for a while, and rub their hurts, and try to think out jest how it all happened."Capture of Rebel Stronghold. 185"Outrageously tyrannical and despotic," answered Billings hotly. "But jest what you might expect from these Abolition satraps, who're throttlin' our liberties. A white man's no longer got any rights in this country that these military upstarts is bound to respect. But I'm obeyin' the order till I kin git an appeal from it."
