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He state can fill it better than you." "Then why am I dismissed?" she
asked breathlessly. The judge looked at her in silence, his blue lips
quivering. Sometimes even he found it hard to tell the truth. And yet he
had come to tell it, that she might suffer less. He remembered the time
when Isaac D. Worthington had done him a great wrong. "You are
dismissed," he said, "because Mr. Worthington has come home, and because
the two other members of the committee are dogs and cowards." Mr. Graves
never minced matters when he began, and his voice shook with passion.
"If Mr. Errol had examined you, and you had your certificate, it might
have been different. Errol is not a sycophant. Worthington does not hold
his mortgage." "Mortgage!" exclaimed Cynthia. The word always struck
terror to her soul. "Mr. Worthington holds Mr. Hill's mortgage," said
Mr. Graves, more than ever beside himself at the sight of her suffering.
"That man's tyranny is not to be borne. We will not give up, Cynthia. I
will fight him in this matter if it takes my last ounce of strength, so
help me God!" Mortgage! Cynthia sank down in the chair by the desk. In
spite of the misery the news had brought, the thought that his father,
too, who was fighting Jethro Bass as a righteous man, dealt in mortgages
and coerced men to do his will, was overwhelming. So she sat for a while
staring at the landscape on the old wall paper. "I will go to Coniston
to-night," she said at last. "No," cried the judg