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           "Don’ttrytobuymeoffwithcash!Iwantajob!"

           "Pullyourselftogether,youpoorlouse.Doyouhearwhatyou’resaying?"

           Philipspitouthisanswerwithimpotenthatred:"Youcan’ttalktomethatway!"

           "Canyou?"

           "Ionly—"

           "Tobuyyouoff?WhyshouldItrytobuyyouoff—insteadofkickingyouout,asIshouldhave,yearsago?"

           "Well,afterall,I’myourbrother!"

           "Whatisthatsupposedtomean?"

           "One’ssupposedtohavesomesortoffeelingforone’sbrother."

           "Doyou?"

           Philip’smouthswelledpetulantly;hedidnotanswer;hewaited;Reardenlethimwait.Philipmuttered,"You’resupposed...atleast...tohavesomeconsiderationformyfeelings...butyouhaven’t."

           "Haveyouformine?"

           "Yours?Yourfeelings?"ItwasnotmaliceinPhilip’svoice,butworse:itwasagenuine,indignantastonishment."Youhaven’tanyfeelings.You’veneverfeltanythingatall.