The Glass Village

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“Now you take murder,” said Superior Court Judge Lewis Shinn, putting down the novel his house guest had left lying on the porch. “Murder in New England is not the simple matter you furriners from New York and such places hold it to be. No back-country Yank would have reacted like this criminal.”

“Fellow who wrote this, for your information,” said Johnny, “was born twenty-eight miles from here.”

Judge Shinn snorted, “Oh, you mean Cudbury!” as if the bench he had occupied there for the past thirty-two years had never raised the calluses he was currently sitting upon. “Anyway, he couldn’t have been. I’d know him.”

“He moved away at the ripe old age of eleven.”

“And that makes him an authority, I suppose! Not that you’ve damaged my thesis.” The Judge leaned over and dropped the book gingerly into his guest’s lap. “I know Cudbury people who are as ignorant of the real New England as this fellow. Or you, for that matter.”

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