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Prothero's first desire, so soon as they were on a footing that
enabled him to formulate desires, was to know exactly what Benham
thought he was up to in crossing a field with a bull in it instead
of going round, and by the time he began to understand that, he had
conceived an affection for him that was to last a lifetime.
"I wasn't going to be bullied by a beast," said Benham.
"Suppose it had been an elephant?" Prothero cried. . . . "A mad
elephant? . . . A pack of wolves?"
Benham was too honest not to see that he was entangled. "Well,
suppose in YOUR case it had been a wild cat? . . . A fierce
mastiff? . . . A mastiff? . . . A terrier? . . . A lap dog?"
"Yes, but my case is that there are limits."
Benham was impatient at the idea of limits. With a faintly
malicious pleasure Prothero lugged him back to that idea.
"We both admit there are limits," Prothero concluded. "But between
the absolutely impossible and the altogether possible there's the
region of risk. You think a man ought to take that risk--" He
reflected.


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