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The Concerto of Deliverance
Theydidnotknow—andtheirpanicwasthelastoftheirstruggletoescapetheknowledge—thathismercilesssenseofjustice,whichhadbeentheironlyholdonhim,whichhadmadehimtakeanypunishmentandgivethemthebenefitofeverydoubt,wasnowturnedagainstthem—thatthesameforcethathadmadehimtolerant,wasnowtheforcethatmadehimruthless—thatthejusticewhichwouldforgivemilesofinnocenterrorsofknowledge,wouldnotforgiveasinglesteptakeninconsciousevil.
"Henry,don’tyouunderstandus?"hismotherwaspleading.
"Ido,"hesaidquietly.
Shelookedaway,avoidingtheclarityofhiseyes."Don’tyoucarewhatbecomesofus?"
"Idon’t."
"Aren’tyouhuman?"Hervoicegrewshrillwithanger."Aren’tyoucapableofanyloveatall?It’syourheartI’mtryingtoreach,notyourmind!Loveisnotsomethingtoargueandreasonandbargainabout!
It’ssomethingtogive!Tofeel!OhGod,Henry,can’tyoufeelwithoutthinking?"
"Ineverhave."
Inamoment,hervoicecameback,lowanddroning:"We’renotassmartasyouare,notasstrong.Ifwe’vesinnedandblundered,it’sbecausewe’rehelpless.Weneedyou,you’reallwe’vegot—andwe’relosingyou—andwe’reafraid.Theseareterribletimes,andgettingworse,peoplearescaredtodeath,scaredandblindandnotknowingwhattodo.
