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"
Do
you
wish
me
to
pretend
that
the
past
has
not
existed
?
"
"
Oh
God
,
Henry
,
can
’
t
you
see
?
All
we
want
is
only
to
know
that
you
.
.
.
that
you
feel
some
concern
for
us
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
feel
it
.
Do
you
wish
me
to
fake
it
?
"
"
But
that
’
s
what
I
’
m
begging
you
for
—
to
feel
it
!
"
"
On
what
ground
?
"
"
Ground
?
"
"
In
exchange
for
what
?
"
"
Henry
,
Henry
,
it
’
s
not
business
we
’
re
talking
about
,
not
steel
tonnages
and
bank
balances
,
it
’
s
feelings
—
and
you
talk
like
a
trader
!
"
"
I
am
one
.
"
What
he
saw
in
her
eyes
was
terror
—
not
the
helpless
terror
of
struggling
and
failing
to
understand
,
but
the
terror
of
being
pushed
toward
the
edge
where
to
avoid
understanding
would
no
longer
be
possible
.
