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"
No
.
I
don
’
t
.
"
"
Then
why
are
you
going
there
?
"
"
Because
I
haven
’
t
tried
it
before
.
That
’
s
all
there
is
left
to
try
.
It
’
s
somewhere
to
go
.
Just
to
keep
moving
.
.
.
You
know
,
"
he
added
suddenly
,
"
I
don
’
t
think
it
will
be
any
use
.
But
there
’
s
nothing
to
do
in
the
East
except
sit
under
some
hedge
and
wait
to
die
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
d
mind
it
much
now
,
the
dying
.
I
know
it
would
be
a
lot
easier
.
Only
I
think
that
it
’
s
a
sin
to
sit
down
and
let
your
life
go
,
without
making
a
try
for
it
.
"
She
thought
suddenly
of
those
modern
college
-
infected
parasites
who
assumed
a
sickening
air
of
moral
self
-
righteousness
whenever
they
uttered
the
standard
bromides
about
their
concern
for
the
welfare
of
others
.
The
tramp
’
s
last
sentence
was
one
of
the
most
profoundly
moral
statements
she
had
ever
heard
;
but
the
man
did
not
know
it
;
he
had
said
it
in
his
impassive
,
extinguished
voice
,
simply
,
dryly
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
.
"
What
part
of
the
country
do
you
come
from
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Wisconsin
,
"
he
answered
.
The
waiter
came
in
,
bringing
their
dinner
.
He
set
a
table
and
courteously
moved
two
chairs
,
showing
no
astonishment
at
the
nature
of
the
occasion
.
She
looked
at
the
table
;
she
thought
that
the
magnificence
of
a
world
where
men
could
afford
the
time
and
the
effortless
concern
for
such
things
as
starched
napkins
and
tinkling
ice
cubes
,
offered
to
travelers
along
with
their
meals
for
the
price
of
a
few
dollars
,
was
a
remnant
of
the
age
when
the
sustenance
of
one
’
s
life
had
not
been
made
a
crime
and
a
meal
had
not
been
a
matter
of
running
a
race
with
death
—
a
remnant
which
was
soon
to
vanish
,
like
the
white
filling
station
on
the
edge
of
the
weeds
of
the
jungle
.
She
noticed
that
the
tramp
,
who
had
lost
the
strength
to
stand
up
,
had
not
lost
the
respect
for
the
meaning
of
the
things
spread
before
him
.
He
did
not
pounce
upon
the
food
;
he
fought
to
keep
his
movements
slow
,
to
unfold
his
napkin
,
to
pick
up
his
fork
in
tempo
with
hers
,
his
hand
shaking
—
as
if
he
still
knew
that
this
,
no
matter
what
indignity
was
ever
forced
upon
them
,
was
the
manner
proper
to
men
.
"
What
was
your
line
of
work
—
in
the
old
days
?
"
she
asked
,
when
the
waiter
left
.
"
Factories
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
"
