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"
Why
—
usually
everybody
intelligent
knows
.
"
"
Are
you
a
Communist
?
"
"
I
’
m
a
Socialist
,
"
said
McKisco
,
"
I
sympathize
with
Russia
.
"
"
Well
,
I
’
m
a
soldier
,
"
Barban
answered
pleasantly
.
"
My
business
is
to
kill
people
.
I
fought
against
the
Riff
because
I
am
a
European
,
and
I
have
fought
the
Communists
because
they
want
to
take
my
property
from
me
.
"
"
Of
all
the
narrow
-
minded
excuses
,
"
McKisco
looked
around
to
establish
a
derisive
liaison
with
some
one
else
,
but
without
success
.
He
had
no
idea
what
he
was
up
against
in
Barban
,
neither
of
the
simplicity
of
the
other
man
’
s
bag
of
ideas
nor
of
the
complexity
of
his
training
.
McKisco
knew
what
ideas
were
,
and
as
his
mind
grew
he
was
able
to
recognize
and
sort
an
increasing
number
of
them
—
but
faced
by
a
man
whom
he
considered
"
dumb
,
"
one
in
whom
he
found
no
ideas
he
could
recognize
as
such
,
and
yet
to
whom
he
could
not
feel
personally
superior
,
he
jumped
at
the
conclusion
that
Barban
was
the
end
product
of
an
archaic
world
,
and
as
such
,
worthless
.
McKisco
’
s
contacts
with
the
princely
classes
in
America
had
impressed
upon
him
their
uncertain
and
fumbling
snobbery
,
their
delight
in
ignorance
and
their
deliberate
rudeness
,
all
lifted
from
the
English
with
no
regard
paid
to
factors
that
make
English
philistinism
and
rudeness
purposeful
,
and
applied
in
a
land
where
a
little
knowledge
and
civility
buy
more
than
they
do
anywhere
else
—
an
attitude
which
reached
its
apogee
in
the
"
Harvard
manner
"
of
about
1900
.
He
thought
that
this
Barban
was
of
that
type
,
and
being
drunk
rashly
forgot
that
he
was
in
awe
of
him
—
this
led
up
to
the
trouble
in
which
he
presently
found
himself
.
Feeling
vaguely
ashamed
for
McKisco
,
Rosemary
waited
,
placid
but
inwardly
on
fire
,
for
Dick
Diver
’
s
return
.
From
her
chair
at
the
deserted
table
with
Barban
,
McKisco
,
and
Abe
she
looked
up
along
the
path
edged
with
shadowy
myrtle
and
fern
to
the
stone
terrace
,
and
falling
in
love
with
her
mother
’
s
profile
against
a
lighted
door
,
was
about
to
go
there
when
Mrs
.
McKisco
came
hurrying
down
from
the
house
.
She
exuded
excitement
.
In
the
very
silence
with
which
she
pulled
out
a
chair
and
sat
down
,
her
eyes
staring
,
her
mouth
working
a
little
,
they
all
recognized
a
person
crop
-
full
of
news
,
and
her
husband
’
s
"
What
’
s
the
matter
,
Vi
?
"
came
naturally
,
as
all
eyes
turned
toward
her
.
"
My
dear
—
"
she
said
at
large
,
and
then
addressed
Rosemary
,
"
my
dear
—
it
’
s
nothing
.
I
really
can
’
t
say
a
word
.
"
"
You
’
re
among
friends
,
"
said
Abe
.
