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"
Will
we
tell
the
other
men
?
"
"
Later
.
Go
on
with
your
food
as
if
nothing
happened
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
very
hungry
now
,
sir
.
"
The
meal
ended
with
wine
brought
from
the
rocket
.
Hathaway
arose
.
"
A
toast
to
all
of
you
;
it
’
s
good
to
be
with
friends
again
.
And
to
my
wife
and
children
,
without
whom
I
couldn
’
t
have
survived
alone
.
It
is
only
through
their
kindness
in
caring
for
me
that
I
’
ve
lived
on
,
waiting
for
your
arrival
.
"
He
moved
his
wineglass
toward
his
family
,
who
looked
back
self
-
consciously
,
lowering
their
eyes
at
last
as
everyone
drank
.
Hathaway
drank
down
his
wine
.
.
He
did
not
cry
out
as
he
fell
forward
onto
the
table
and
slipped
to
the
ground
.
Several
men
eased
him
to
rest
.
The
doctor
bent
to
him
and
listened
.
Wilder
touched
the
doctor
’
s
shoulder
.
The
doctor
looked
up
and
shook
his
head
.
Wilder
knelt
and
took
the
old
man
’
s
hand
.
"
Wilder
?
"
Hathaway
’
s
voice
was
barely
audible
.
"
I
spoiled
the
breakfast
.
"
"
Nonsense
.
"
"
Say
good
-
by
to
Alice
and
the
children
for
me
.
"
"
Just
a
moment
,
I
’
ll
call
them
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
don
’
t
!
"
gasped
Hathaway
.
"
They
wouldn
’
t
understand
.
I
wouldn
’
t
want
them
to
understand
!
Don
’
t
!
"
Wilder
did
not
move
.
