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"
My
sister
.
My
dear
sister
.
Oh
,
she
’
ll
think
she
’
s
great
,
won
’
t
she
?
"
"
You
dislike
your
sister
,
Mr
.
Taggart
?
"
He
made
the
same
sound
;
its
meaning
was
so
eloquent
that
she
needed
no
other
answer
.
"
Why
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Because
she
thinks
she
’
s
so
good
.
What
right
has
she
to
think
it
?
What
right
has
anybody
to
think
he
’
s
good
?
Nobody
’
s
any
good
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
mean
it
,
Mr
.
Taggart
.
"
"
I
mean
,
we
’
re
only
human
beings
—
and
what
’
s
a
human
being
?
A
weak
,
ugly
,
sinful
creature
,
born
that
way
,
rotten
in
his
bones
—
so
humility
is
the
one
virtue
he
ought
to
practice
.
He
ought
to
spend
his
life
on
his
knees
,
begging
to
be
forgiven
for
his
dirty
existence
.
When
a
man
thinks
he
’
s
good
—
that
’
s
when
he
’
s
rotten
.
Pride
is
the
worst
of
all
sins
,
no
matter
what
he
’
s
done
.
"
"
But
if
a
man
knows
that
what
he
’
s
done
is
good
?
"
"
Then
he
ought
to
apologize
for
it
.
"
"
To
whom
?
"
"
To
those
who
haven
’
t
done
it
.
"
