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It Was Characteristic Of Mr. Philip Quentin That He First Lectured
His Servant On The Superiority Of Mind Over Matter And Then Took Him
Cheerfully By The Throat And Threw Him Into A Far Corner Of The
Room. As The Servant Was Not More Than Half The Size Of The Master,
His Opposition Was Merely Vocal, But It Was Nevertheless
Unmistakable. His Early Career Had Increased His Vocabulary And His
Language Was More Picturesque Than Pretty. Yet Of His Loyalty And
Faithfulness, There Could Be No Doubt. During The Seven Years Of His
Service, He Had Been Obliged To Forget That He Possessed Such A Name
As Turkington Or Even James. He Had Been Turk From The Beginning,
And Turk He Remained--And, In Spite Of Occasional Out Breaks, He Had
Proved His Devotion To The Young Gentleman Whose Goods And Chattels
He Guarded With More Assiduity Than He Did His Own Soul Or--What
Meant More To Him--His Personal Comfort. His Employment Came About In
An Unusual Way. Mr. Quentin Had An Apartment In A Smart Building
Uptown. One Night He Was Awakened By A Noise In His Room.