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"
Yes
.
"
"
He
was
a
liar
.
"
"
He
told
me
he
was
.
He
warned
me
he
was
.
Maybe
there
’
s
some
trick
in
these
papers
.
"
I
swept
them
gently
from
in
front
of
him
and
folded
the
two
soiled
pencil
-
written
sheets
.
"
There
’
s
a
trick
all
right
,
Ethan
.
Those
documents
are
without
a
flaw
,
dated
,
witnessed
,
clear
.
Maybe
he
hated
you
.
Maybe
his
trick
was
the
disintegration
of
a
man
.
"
"
Mr
.
Baker
,
no
one
in
my
family
ever
burned
a
ship
.
"
"
We
’
ll
talk
,
Ethan
,
we
’
ll
do
business
.
We
’
ll
make
money
.
A
little
town
will
spring
up
on
the
hills
around
the
meadow
.
I
guess
you
’
ll
have
to
be
Town
Manager
now
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
,
sir
.
That
would
constitute
a
conflict
of
interest
.
Some
pretty
sad
men
are
finding
that
out
right
now
.
"
He
sighed
—
a
cautious
sigh
as
though
he
feared
to
awaken
something
in
his
throat
.
I
stood
up
and
rested
my
hand
on
the
curved
and
padded
leather
back
of
the
supplicant
’
s
chair
"
You
’
ll
feel
better
,
sir
,
when
you
have
got
used
to
the
fact
that
I
am
not
a
pleasant
fool
.
"
