Those same constituents would be blended in the preparation which we
shall offer to the public. Have you no faith in them? Why should you
not believe it possible that the ingredients which have made so great a
change in you and that child, may not influence for the better the whole
world of your fellow-creatures? Omit for a moment the reflection that
you yourself would benefit so much by the acceptance of my offer.
Consider only your fellow human creatures. Don't you realize--can't you
see that in acceding to our offer you will be acting the part of a
philanthropist?"
"Mr. Bomford," Burton said, leaning a little forward, "in all your
arguments you forget one thing. My stock of these beans is already
perilously low. When they are gone, I remain no more what I hope and
believe I am at the present moment. Once more I revert to the
impossible: I become the auctioneer's clerk--a commonplace, material,
vulgar, objectionable little bounder, whose doings and feelings I
sometimes dimly remember. Can't you imagine what sort of use a person
like that would make of wealth? In justice to him, in justice to the
myself of the future, I cannot place such temptations in his way."
Mr. Bomford was staggered.
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