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           he’syoungerthanyouand...andweaker.He...Henry,don’tlookatmethatway!I’veneverseenyoulooklikethat...Youshouldn’tfrightenhim.Youknowthatheneedsyou."

           "Doesheknowit?"

           "Youcan’tbehardonamanwhoneedsyou,itwillpreyonyourconsciencefortherestofyourlife."

           "Itwon’t."

           "You’vegottobekind,Henry."

           "I’mnot."

           "You’vegottohavesomepity."

           "Ihaven’t."

           "Agoodmanknowshowtoforgive."

           "Idon’t."

           "Youwouldn’twantmetothinkthatyou’reselfish."

           "Iam."

           Philip’seyesweredartingfromonetotheother.Helookedlikeamanwhohadfeltcertainthathestoodonsolidgraniteandhadsuddenlydiscoveredthatitwasthinice,nowcrackingopenallaroundhim.

           "ButI..."hetried,andstopped;hisvoicesoundedlikestepstestingtheice."Butdon’tIhaveanyfreedomofspeech?"

           "Inyourownhouse.Notinmine."

           "Don’tIhavearighttomyownideas?"

           "Atyourownexpense.Notatmine."

           "Don’tyoutolerateanydifferencesofopinion?"

           "NotwhenI’mpayingthebills."

           "Isn’tthereanythinginvolvedbutmoney?"

           "Yes.