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"
Well
,
it
’
s
still
a
lot
of
dough
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
find
it
dishonest
?
"
"
Shucks
,
everybody
does
it
.
"
"
How
about
the
ones
who
offer
themselves
on
a
silver
platter
and
there
are
no
takers
?
They
have
neither
honesty
nor
money
.
"
"
That
’
s
the
chance
you
take
—
the
way
the
cooky
crumbles
.
"
"
Yes
,
it
’
s
crumbling
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
Ethan
said
.
"
And
so
are
your
manners
.
Sit
up
!
Have
you
dropped
the
word
‘
sir
’
from
the
language
?
"
The
boy
looked
startled
,
checked
to
see
if
it
was
meant
,
then
lounged
upright
,
full
of
resentment
.
"
No
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
"
How
are
you
doing
in
school
?
"
"
All
right
,
I
guess
.
"
"
You
were
writing
an
essay
about
how
you
love
America
.
Has
your
determination
to
destroy
her
stopped
that
project
?
"
