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"
But
we
can
’
t
refuse
them
!
Don
’
t
you
see
that
they
’
ve
got
us
hogtied
?
That
they
’
re
holding
us
by
the
throat
?
Don
’
t
you
know
what
they
can
do
to
us
through
this
Railroad
Pool
,
or
through
the
Unification
Board
,
or
through
the
moratorium
on
our
bonds
?
"
"
I
knew
that
two
years
ago
.
"
He
was
shaking
;
there
was
some
formless
,
desperate
,
almost
superstitious
quality
in
his
terror
,
out
of
proportion
to
the
dangers
he
named
.
She
felt
suddenly
certain
that
it
came
from
something
deeper
than
his
fear
of
bureaucratic
reprisal
,
that
the
reprisal
was
the
only
identification
of
it
which
he
would
permit
himself
to
know
,
a
reassuring
identification
which
had
a
semblance
of
rationality
and
hid
his
true
motive
.
She
felt
certain
that
it
was
not
the
country
’
s
panic
he
wanted
to
stave
off
,
but
his
own
—
that
he
,
and
Chick
Morrison
and
Wesley
Mouch
and
all
the
rest
of
the
looting
crew
needed
her
sanction
,
not
to
reassure
their
victims
,
but
to
reassure
themselves
,
though
the
allegedly
crafty
,
the
allegedly
practical
idea
of
deluding
their
victims
was
the
only
identification
they
gave
to
their
own
motive
and
their
hysterical
insistence
.
With
an
awed
contempt
—
awed
by
the
enormity
of
the
sight
—
she
wondered
what
inner
degradation
those
men
had
to
reach
in
order
to
arrive
at
a
level
of
self
-
deception
where
they
would
seek
the
extorted
approval
of
an
unwilling
victim
as
the
moral
sanction
they
needed
,
they
who
thought
that
they
were
merely
deceiving
the
world
.
"
We
have
no
choice
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Nobody
has
any
choice
!
"
"
Get
out
of
here
,
"
she
said
,
her
voice
very
quiet
and
low
.
Some
tonal
quality
in
the
sound
of
her
voice
struck
the
note
of
the
unconfessed
within
him
,
as
if
,
never
allowing
it
into
words
,
he
knew
from
what
knowledge
that
sound
had
come
.
He
got
out
.
She
glanced
at
Eddie
;
he
looked
like
a
man
worn
by
fighting
one
more
of
the
attacks
of
disgust
which
he
was
learning
to
endure
as
a
chronic
condition
.
