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"
He
needs
his
revenge
on
us
for
having
borne
him
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
’
re
talking
about
.
What
revenge
?
"
"
I
want
to
make
a
treaty
with
you
because
you
’
re
growing
angry
.
"
"
So
I
am
.
You
’
re
being
stupid
.
"
"
If
within
half
an
hour
after
we
go
to
bed
he
does
not
creep
to
his
nest
,
I
will
pay
you
forty
-
seven
million
,
eight
hundred
and
twenty
-
six
dollars
and
eighty
cents
.
"
Well
,
I
lost
,
and
I
must
pay
her
.
It
was
thirty
-
five
minutes
after
we
said
good
night
that
the
stair
creaked
under
our
celebrity
.
"
I
hate
you
when
you
’
re
right
,
"
my
Mary
said
.
She
had
prepared
herself
to
spend
the
night
listening
.
"
I
wasn
’
t
right
,
dear
.
I
lost
by
five
minutes
.
It
’
s
just
that
I
remember
.
"
She
went
to
sleep
then
.
She
didn
’
t
hear
Ellen
creep
down
the
stairs
,
but
I
did
.
I
was
watching
my
red
dots
moving
in
the
dark
.
And
I
did
not
follow
,
for
I
heard
the
faint
click
of
the
brass
key
in
the
lock
of
the
cabinet
and
I
knew
my
daughter
was
charging
her
battery
.
My
red
spots
were
active
.
They
dashed
about
and
ran
away
when
I
centered
on
them
.
Old
Cap
’
n
was
avoiding
me
.
He
hadn
’
t
come
clear
since
—
well
,
since
Easter
.
It
’
s
not
like
Aunt
Harriet
—
"
up
in
heben
she
be
"
—
but
I
do
know
that
when
I
am
not
friends
with
myself
old
Cap
’
n
doesn
’
t
come
clear
.
That
’
s
a
kind
of
test
of
my
personal
relations
with
myself
.
