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But, indeed,\r\nwe, sons of clay, that is my pipe and I, are no whit better than the\r\nrest. Far from us, indeed, to have volunteered the betrayal of our\r\ncrony. We are of a peaceable nature, too. But that love of peace\r\nit was which made us false to a mutual friend, as soon as his cause\r\ndemanded a vigorous vindication. But, I rejoice to add, that better and\r\nbraver thoughts soon returned, as will now briefly be set forth.\r\n\r\nTo my note, Mr. Scribe replied in person.\r\n\r\nOnce more we made a survey, mainly now with a view to a pecuniary\r\nestimate.\r\n\r\n\"I will do it for five hundred dollars,\" said Mr. Scribe at last, again\r\nhat in hand.\r\n\r\n\"Very well, Mr. Scribe, I will think of it,\" replied I, again bowing\r\nhim to the door.\r\n\r\nNot unvexed by this, for the second time, unexpected response, again\r\nhe withdrew, and from my wife, and daughters again burst the old\r\nexclamations.\r\n\r\nThe truth is, resolved how I would, at the last pinch I and my chimney\r\ncould not be parted.\r\n\r\n\"So Holofernes will have his way, never mind whose heart breaks for\r\nit,\" said my wife next morning, at breakfast, in that half-didactic,\r\nhalf-reproachful way of hers, which is harder to bear than her most\r\nenergetic assault. Holofernes, too, is with her a pet name for any fell\r\ndomestic despot. So, whenever, against her most ambitious innovations,\r\nthose which saw me quite across the grain, I, as in the present\r\ninstance, stand with however little steadfastness on the defence,\r\nshe is sure to call me Holofernes, and ten to one takes the first\r\nopportunity to read aloud, with a suppressed emphasis, of an evening,\r\nthe first newspaper paragraph about some tyrannic day-laborer, who,\r\nafter being for many years the Caligula of his family, ends by beating\r\nhis long-suffering spouse to death, with a garret door wrenched off\r\nits hinges, and then, pitching his little innocents out of the window,\r\nsuicidally turns inward towards the broken wall scored with the\r\nbutcher's and baker's bills, and so rushes headlong to his dreadful\r\naccount.\r\n\r\nNevertheless, for a few days, not a little to my surprise, I heard\r\nno further reproaches. An intense calm pervaded my wife, but beneath\r\nwhich, as in the sea, there was no knowing what portentous movements\r\nmight be going on. She frequently went abroad, and in a direction\r\nwhich I thought not unsuspicious; namely, in the direction of New\r\nPetra, a griffin-like house of wood and stucco, in the highest style of\r\nornamental art, graced with four chimneys in the form of erect dragons\r\nspouting smoke from their nostrils; the elegant modern residence\r\nof Mr. Scribe, which he had built for the purpose of a standing\r\nadvertisement, not more of his taste as an architect, than his solidity\r\nas a master-mason.\r\n\r\nAt last, smoking my pipe one morning, I heard a rap at the door, and\r\nmy wife, with an air unusually quiet for her brought me a note. As I\r\nhave no correspondents except Solomon, with whom in his sentiments,\r\nat least, I entirely correspond, the note occasioned me some little\r\nsurprise, which was not dismissed upon reading the following:--\r\n\r\n            NEW PETRA, April 1st.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 11"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6YGBGPFPH23W72RDZNFT0X","peer_type":"segment","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6YDD8GKW0DRD5H2MY1NRZ7","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6YH19AK8NEY3C6CGKMJ3JD","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6YH19FJRG2W6T9CYY2SR2V","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T07:57:48.202Z","ts":"2026-01-30T07:57:54.174Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}