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"
Your
father
is
dead
.
Why
don
’
t
you
tell
her
he
’
s
dead
?
"
"
If
she
’
d
believed
me
,
she
’
d
forget
it
.
She
always
asks
after
him
.
It
’
s
not
so
long
ago
she
stopped
inquiring
after
my
grandfather
.
She
was
his
friend
,
they
say
,
the
old
goat
.
"
"
Crazy
in
the
head
,
"
Marullo
observed
.
But
for
some
reason
having
to
do
with
Miss
Elgar
’
s
unusual
feeling
about
time
,
he
had
got
hold
of
himself
.
It
’
s
hard
to
know
how
simple
or
complicated
a
man
is
.
When
you
become
too
sure
,
you
’
re
usually
wrong
.
I
think
,
from
habit
and
practice
,
Marullo
had
reduced
his
approaches
to
men
to
three
:
command
,
flattery
,
and
purchase
.
And
the
three
must
have
worked
often
enough
to
allow
him
to
depend
on
them
.
Somewhere
in
his
dealing
with
me
he
had
lost
the
first
.
"
You
’
re
a
good
kid
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
’
re
a
good
friend
too
.
"
"
Old
Cap
’
n
,
he
was
my
grandfather
,
used
to
say
,
‘
If
you
want
to
keep
a
friend
never
test
him
.
’
"
"
That
’
s
smart
.
"
"
He
was
smart
.
"
"
All
over
Sunday
I
been
thinking
,
kid
—
even
in
church
I
was
thinking
.
"
I
knew
he
had
been
worried
about
the
kickback
,
at
least
I
thought
he
had
,
so
I
jumped
it
out
to
save
him
time
.
