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"
Money
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
I
’
ll
have
to
lay
in
a
supply
for
my
next
attack
on
the
editors
.
Money
is
the
sinews
of
war
,
in
my
case
—
money
and
patience
.
"
"
But
if
all
you
wanted
was
money
,
why
didn
’
t
you
stay
in
the
laundry
?
"
"
Because
the
laundry
was
making
a
beast
of
me
.
Too
much
work
of
that
sort
drives
to
drink
.
"
She
stared
at
him
with
horror
in
her
eyes
.
"
Do
you
mean
—
?
"
she
quavered
.
It
would
have
been
easy
for
him
to
get
out
of
it
;
but
his
natural
impulse
was
for
frankness
,
and
he
remembered
his
old
resolve
to
be
frank
,
no
matter
what
happened
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
answered
.
"
Just
that
.
Several
times
.
"
She
shivered
and
drew
away
from
him
.
"
No
man
that
I
have
ever
known
did
that
—
ever
did
that
.
"
"
Then
they
never
worked
in
the
laundry
at
Shelly
Hot
Springs
,
"
he
laughed
bitterly
.
"
Toil
is
a
good
thing
.
It
is
necessary
for
human
health
,
so
all
the
preachers
say
,
and
Heaven
knows
I
’
ve
never
been
afraid
of
it
.
But
there
is
such
a
thing
as
too
much
of
a
good
thing
,
and
the
laundry
up
there
is
one
of
them
.
And
that
’
s
why
I
’
m
going
to
sea
one
more
voyage
.
It
will
be
my
last
,
I
think
,
for
when
I
come
back
,
I
shall
break
into
the
magazines
.
I
am
certain
of
it
.
"
She
was
silent
,
unsympathetic
,
and
he
watched
her
moodily
,
realizing
how
impossible
it
was
for
her
to
understand
what
he
had
been
through
.
