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sided friendship is common.     When we meet he is
taciturn and Boltonian.     This time, when I came running
to him over the ploughed fields and getting over the fences,
he didn�t scale one, but remained on the other side, quietly
loading his gun.    Sometimes I get a fit of distrust of him
thinking there�s a taint in the blood on the mothers side,
running right through the family.    It�s the cunningest, honest,
meanest, most selfish, most distrustful nature I�ve ever
met � culminating in William.    Mrs Bolton, when my
father�s servant, in Banbury, long ere I was born, set her
cap at him. (She had previously waited at an alehouse.)
She threw over some rustic admirer whom, I believe, she
really liked to marry my fathers half brother � for he
had a farm.      But she has proved a good, thorough wife
to him all her life, and one cannot but respect her indom
itable striving nature, alloyed as it is by low cunning.
The Neithrop home is an atmosphere of suspicions and
hates, and William is the worst and unhappiest of all of
them.   He whores and drinks now, and George says he�s
killing himself thus.      His sisters hate him � hate him with
that intensity which only girls who have been insulted hourly,
who see through his utter selfishness, loathe it, are alar-
med by it (as it may injure them) who cannot help them-
selves � can hate.           But to return to George.   Mo-
rally he�s good, but he has lived in such a damned
vitiated atmosphere that he seldom takes a high stand-
point on anything.  He is tremendously alive to the selfish-
nesses of others � so much so that one gets a suspicion that
he sees it by the light of his own.         He is too prone to               
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