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"
Two
hundred
years
ago
you
don
’
t
neither
.
"
Now
Ethan
,
his
rage
all
leaked
away
,
saw
something
that
makes
a
man
doubtful
of
the
constancy
of
the
realities
outside
himself
.
He
saw
the
immigrant
,
guinea
,
fruit
-
peddler
change
under
his
eyes
,
saw
the
dome
of
forehead
,
the
strong
beak
nose
,
deep
-
set
fierce
and
fearless
eyes
,
saw
the
head
supported
on
pillared
muscles
,
saw
pride
so
deep
and
sure
that
it
could
play
at
humility
.
It
was
the
shocking
discovery
that
makes
a
man
wonder
:
If
I
’
ve
missed
this
,
what
else
have
I
failed
to
see
?
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
talk
dago
talk
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
Good
business
.
I
teach
you
business
.
Sixty
-
eight
years
I
got
.
Wife
she
’
s
died
.
Arthritis
!
I
hurt
.
I
try
to
show
you
business
.
Maybe
you
don
’
t
learn
.
Most
people
they
don
’
t
learn
.
Go
broke
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
rub
it
in
because
I
went
broke
.
"
"
No
.
You
got
wrong
.
I
’
m
try
to
learn
you
good
business
so
you
don
’
t
go
broke
no
more
.
"
"
Fat
chance
.
I
haven
’
t
got
a
business
.
"
"
You
’
re
still
a
kid
.
"
Ethan
said
,
"
You
look
here
,
Marullo
.
I
practically
run
this
store
for
you
.
I
keep
the
books
,
bank
the
money
,
order
the
supplies
.
Keep
customers
.
They
come
back
.
Isn
’
t
that
good
business
?
"
"
Sure
—
you
learned
something
.
You
’
re
not
no
kid
no
more
.
You
get
mad
when
I
call
you
kid
.
What
I
’
m
going
to
call
you
?
I
call
everybody
kid
.
"
