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"
Here
?
What
could
I
want
him
for
?
"
"
You
hire
plenty
of
strangers
.
"
"
I
hire
men
who
produce
.
What
has
he
got
to
offer
?
"
"
He
’
s
your
brother
,
isn
’
t
he
?
"
"
What
has
that
got
to
do
with
it
?
"
She
stared
incredulously
,
in
turn
,
silenced
by
shock
.
For
a
moment
,
they
sat
looking
at
each
other
,
as
if
across
an
interplanetary
distance
.
"
He
’
s
your
brother
,
"
she
said
,
her
voice
like
a
phonograph
record
repeating
a
magic
formula
she
could
not
permit
herself
to
doubt
.
"
He
needs
a
position
in
the
world
.
He
needs
a
salary
,
so
that
he
’
d
feel
that
he
’
s
got
money
coming
to
him
as
his
due
,
not
as
alms
.
"
"
As
his
due
?
But
he
wouldn
’
t
be
worth
a
nickel
to
me
.
"
"
Is
that
what
you
think
of
first
?
Your
profit
?
I
’
m
asking
you
to
help
your
brother
,
and
you
’
re
figuring
how
to
make
a
nickel
on
him
,
and
you
won
’
t
help
him
unless
there
’
s
money
in
it
for
you
—
is
that
it
?
"
