He called them neuters, epicenes,
bloodless, sexless creatures. He said they could of course kill him
--as so many insects could--but that he despised them nonetheless.
And all those stern grave mothers did not seem to mind his
despising them, not in the least.
It was a long trial, and many interesting points were brought
out as to their views of our habits, and after a while Terry had
his sentence. He waited, grim and defiant. The sentence was:
"You must go home!"
CHAPTER 12
Expelled
We had all meant to go home again. Indeed we had NOT meant
--not by any means--to stay as long as we had. But when it came
to being turned out, dismissed, sent away for bad conduct, we
none of us really liked it.
Terry said he did. He professed great scorn of the penalty and
the trial, as well as all the other characteristics of "this miserable
half-country." But he knew, and we knew, that in any "whole"
country we should never have been as forgivingly treated as we
had been here.
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