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"
I
have
just
made
a
great
decision
,
"
said
Eleanor
after
another
pause
,
"
and
that
is
why
I
'm
here
,
to
answer
another
of
your
questions
.
I
have
just
decided
that
I
do
n't
believe
in
immortality
.
"
"
Really
!
how
banal
!
"
"
Frightfully
so
,
"
she
answered
,
"
but
depressing
with
a
stale
,
sickly
depression
,
nevertheless
.
I
came
out
here
to
get
wet
--
like
a
wet
hen
;
wet
hens
always
have
great
clarity
of
mind
,
"
she
concluded
.
"
Go
on
,
"
Amory
said
politely
.
"
Well
--
I
'm
not
afraid
of
the
dark
,
so
I
put
on
my
slicker
and
rubber
boots
and
came
out
.
You
see
I
was
always
afraid
,
before
,
to
say
I
did
n't
believe
in
God
--
because
the
lightning
might
strike
me
--
but
here
I
am
and
it
has
n't
,
of
course
,
but
the
main
point
is
that
this
time
I
was
n't
any
more
afraid
of
it
than
I
had
been
when
I
was
a
Christian
Scientist
,
like
I
was
last
year
.
So
now
I
know
I
'm
a
materialist
and
I
was
fraternizing
with
the
hay
when
you
came
out
and
stood
by
the
woods
,
scared
to
death
.
"
"
Why
,
you
little
wretch
--
"
cried
Amory
indignantly
.
"
Scared
of
what
?
"
"
Yourself
!
"
she
shouted
,
and
he
jumped
.
She
clapped
her
hands
and
laughed
.
"
See
--
see
!
Conscience
--
kill
it
like
me
!
Eleanor
Savage
,
materiologist
--
no
jumping
,
no
starting
,
come
early
--
"
"
But
I
have
to
have
a
soul
,
"
he
objected
.
"
I
ca
n't
be
rational
--
and
I
wo
n't
be
molecular
.
"
She
leaned
toward
him
,
her
burning
eyes
never
leaving
his
own
and
whispered
with
a
sort
of
romantic
finality
:
