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“
Well
,
that
’
s
the
right
thing
to
do
,
Buck
,
and
I
’
m
as
glad
for
your
sake
as
I
am
for
theirs
.
There
was
a
time
when
you
would
have
let
them
all
go
to
grass
,
and
never
so
much
as
thought
of
them
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
seem
to
be
officious
,
but
you
’
ve
changed
for
the
better
,
old
man
,
and
I
guess
I
know
why
.
She
—
”
Presley
caught
his
friend
’
s
eye
,
and
added
gravely
,
“
She
’
s
a
good
woman
,
Buck
.
”
Annixter
turned
around
abruptly
,
his
face
flushing
under
its
lather
.
“
Pres
,
”
he
exclaimed
,
“
she
’
s
made
a
man
of
me
.
I
was
a
machine
before
,
and
if
another
man
,
or
woman
,
or
child
got
in
my
way
,
I
rode
’
em
down
,
and
I
never
DREAMED
of
anybody
else
but
myself
.
But
as
soon
as
I
woke
up
to
the
fact
that
I
really
loved
her
,
why
,
it
was
glory
hallelujah
all
in
a
minute
,
and
,
in
a
way
,
I
kind
of
loved
everybody
then
,
and
wanted
to
be
everybody
’
s
friend
.
And
I
began
to
see
that
a
fellow
can
’
t
live
FOR
himself
any
more
than
he
can
live
BY
himself
.
He
’
s
got
to
think
of
others
.
If
he
’
s
got
brains
,
he
’
s
got
to
think
for
the
poor
ducks
that
haven
’
t
’
em
,
and
not
give
’
em
a
boot
in
the
backsides
because
they
happen
to
be
stupid
;
and
if
he
’
s
got
money
,
he
’
s
got
to
help
those
that
are
busted
,
and
if
he
’
s
got
a
house
,
he
’
s
got
to
think
of
those
that
ain
’
t
got
anywhere
to
go
.
I
’
ve
got
a
whole
lot
of
ideas
since
I
began
to
love
Hilma
,
and
just
as
soon
as
I
can
,
I
’
m
going
to
get
in
and
HELP
people
,
and
I
’
m
going
to
keep
to
that
idea
the
rest
of
my
natural
life
.
That
ain
’
t
much
of
a
religion
,
but
it
’
s
the
best
I
’
ve
got
,
and
Henry
Ward
Beecher
couldn
’
t
do
any
more
than
that
.
And
it
’
s
all
come
about
because
of
Hilma
,
and
because
we
cared
for
each
other
.
”
Presley
jumped
up
,
and
caught
Annixter
about
the
shoulders
with
one
arm
,
gripping
his
hand
hard
.
This
absurd
figure
,
with
dangling
silk
suspenders
,
lathered
chin
,
and
tearful
eyes
,
seemed
to
be
suddenly
invested
with
true
nobility
.
Beside
this
blundering
struggle
to
do
right
,
to
help
his
fellows
,
Presley
’
s
own
vague
schemes
,
glittering
systems
of
reconstruction
,
collapsed
to
ruin
,
and
he
himself
,
with
all
his
refinement
,
with
all
his
poetry
,
culture
,
and
education
,
stood
,
a
bungler
at
the
world
’
s
workbench
.
“
You
’
re
all
RIGHT
,
old
man
,
”
he
exclaimed
,
unable
to
think
of
anything
adequate
.
“
You
’
re
all
right
.
That
’
s
the
way
to
talk
,
and
here
,
by
the
way
,
I
brought
you
a
box
of
cigars
.
”
Annixter
stared
as
Presley
laid
the
box
on
the
edge
of
the
washstand
.
“
Old
fool
,
”
he
remarked
,
“
what
in
hell
did
you
do
that
for
?
”
“
Oh
,
just
for
fun
.
”
