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The Sign of the Dollar
"shesaid,andheheardthefainttremblingofhervoice,whichwasloveandpainandindignation,"they’vesaidforyearsthatherosebythwartingtheabilityofothers,byleavingthemnochance,andthat...thathumanincompetencewastohisselfishinterest...Buthe...itwasn’tobediencethatherequiredofpeople."
"MissTaggart,"hesaid,withanoddnoteofsternnessinhisvoice,"justrememberthatherepresentedacodeofexistencewhich—forabriefspaninallhumanhistory—droveslaveryoutofthecivilizedworld.Rememberit,whenyoufeelbaffledbythenatureofhisenemies."
"HaveyoueverheardofawomannamedIvyStarnes?"
"Ohyes."
"Ikeepthinkingthatthiswaswhatshewouldhaveenjoyed—thespectacleofthosepassengerstonight.Thiswaswhatshe’safter.Butwe—wecan’tlivewithit,youandI,canwe?Noonecanlivewithit.
It’snotpossibletolivewithit."
"WhatmakesyouthinkthatIvyStarnes’spurposeislife?"
Somewhereontheedgeofhermind—likethewispsshesawfloatingontheedgesoftheprairie,neitherquiteraysnorfognorcloud—shefeltsomeshapewhichshecouldnotgrasp,half-suggestedanddemandingtobegrasped.
Shedidnotspeak,and—likethelinksofachainunrollingthroughtheirsilence—therhythmoftheirstepswenton,spacedtotheties,scoredbythedry,swiftbeatofheelsonwood.
