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I
tell
you
your
party
is
rotten
and
filled
with
grafters
,
and
instead
of
flying
into
a
rage
you
hum
and
haw
and
admit
there
is
a
great
deal
in
what
I
say
.
And
why
?
Because
I
’
m
famous
;
because
I
’
ve
a
lot
of
money
.
Not
because
I
’
m
Martin
Eden
,
a
pretty
good
fellow
and
not
particularly
a
fool
.
I
could
tell
you
the
moon
is
made
of
green
cheese
and
you
would
subscribe
to
the
notion
,
at
least
you
would
not
repudiate
it
,
because
I
’
ve
got
dollars
,
mountains
of
them
.
And
it
was
all
done
long
ago
;
it
was
work
performed
,
I
tell
you
,
when
you
spat
upon
me
as
the
dirt
under
your
feet
.
"
But
Martin
did
not
shout
out
.
The
thought
gnawed
in
his
brain
,
an
unceasing
torment
,
while
he
smiled
and
succeeded
in
being
tolerant
.
As
he
grew
silent
,
Bernard
Higginbotham
got
the
reins
and
did
the
talking
.
He
was
a
success
himself
,
and
proud
of
it
.
He
was
self
-
made
.
No
one
had
helped
him
.
He
owed
no
man
.
He
was
fulfilling
his
duty
as
a
citizen
and
bringing
up
a
large
family
.
And
there
was
Higginbotham
’
s
Cash
Store
,
that
monument
of
his
own
industry
and
ability
.
He
loved
Higginbotham
’
s
Cash
Store
as
some
men
loved
their
wives
.
He
opened
up
his
heart
to
Martin
,
showed
with
what
keenness
and
with
what
enormous
planning
he
had
made
the
store
.
And
he
had
plans
for
it
,
ambitious
plans
.
The
neighborhood
was
growing
up
fast
.
The
store
was
really
too
small
.
If
he
had
more
room
,
he
would
be
able
to
put
in
a
score
of
labor
-
saving
and
money
-
saving
improvements
.
And
he
would
do
it
yet
.
He
was
straining
every
effort
for
the
day
when
he
could
buy
the
adjoining
lot
and
put
up
another
two
-
story
frame
building
.
The
upstairs
he
could
rent
,
and
the
whole
ground
-
floor
of
both
buildings
would
be
Higginbotham
’
s
Cash
Store
.
His
eyes
glistened
when
he
spoke
of
the
new
sign
that
would
stretch
clear
across
both
buildings
.
Martin
forgot
to
listen
.
The
refrain
of
"
Work
performed
,
"
in
his
own
brain
,
was
drowning
the
other
’
s
clatter
.
The
refrain
maddened
him
,
and
he
tried
to
escape
from
it
.
"
How
much
did
you
say
it
would
cost
?
"
he
asked
suddenly
.
His
brother
-
in
-
law
paused
in
the
middle
of
an
expatiation
on
the
business
opportunities
of
the
neighborhood
.
He
hadn
’
t
said
how
much
it
would
cost
.
But
he
knew
.
He
had
figured
it
out
a
score
of
times
.
"
At
the
way
lumber
is
now
,
"
he
said
,
"
four
thousand
could
do
it
.
"
"
Including
the
sign
?
"
"
I
didn
’
t
count
on
that
.
It
’
d
just
have
to
come
,
onc
’
t
the
buildin
’
was
there
.
"
"
And
the
ground
?
"
