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           andyoumightchangeyourmindanytime."

           "Imight."

           "AndIhaven’tanyholdonyouatall."

           "Whydidittakeyouthatmanyyearstorealizeitandstartworrying?

           Whynow?"

           "Because...becauseyou’vechanged.You...youusedtohaveasenseofdutyandmoralresponsibility,but...you’relosingit.

           You’relosingit,aren’tyou?"

           Reardenstoodstudyinghimsilently;therewassomethingpeculiarinPhilip’smannerofslidingtowardquestions,asifhiswordswereaccidental,butthetoocasual,thefaintlyinsistentquestionswerethekeytohispurpose.

           "Well,I’llbegladtotaketheburdenoffyourshoulders,ifI’maburdentoyou!"Philipsnappedsuddenly."Justgivemeajob,andyourconsciencewon’thavetobotheryouaboutmeanylonger!"

           "Itdoesn’t."

           "That’swhatImean!Youdon’tcare.Youdon’tcarewhatbecomesofanyofus,doyou?"

           "Ofwhom?"

           "Why...Motherandmeand...andmankindingeneral.ButI’mnotgoingtoappealtoyourbetterself.Iknowthatyou’rereadytoditchmeatamoment’snotice,so—"

           "You’relying,Philip.That’snotwhatyou’reworriedabout.Ifitwere,you’dbeanglingforachunkofcash,notforajob,not—"

           "No!Iwantajob!"Thecrywasimmediateandalmostfrantic.