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Jud
stopped
.
His
chest
moved
up
and
down
rapidly
.
"
Jud
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
The
thing
this
Timmy
Baterman
told
you
...
was
it
true
?
"
"
It
was
true
,
"
Jud
muttered
.
"
Christ
!
It
was
true
.
I
used
to
go
to
a
whorehouse
in
Bangor
betimes
.
Nothing
many
a
man
has
n't
done
,
although
I
s
'
pose
there
are
plenty
that
walk
the
straight
and
narrow
.
I
just
would
get
the
urge
--
the
compulsion
,
maybe
--
to
sink
it
into
strange
flesh
now
and
then
.
Or
pay
some
woman
to
do
the
things
a
man
ca
n't
bring
himself
to
ask
his
wife
to
do
.
Men
keep
their
gardens
too
,
Louis
.
It
was
n't
a
terrible
thing
,
what
I
done
,
and
all
of
that
has
been
behind
me
for
the
last
eight
or
nine
years
,
and
Norma
would
not
have
left
me
if
she
had
known
.
But
something
in
her
would
have
died
forever
.
Something
dear
and
sweet
.
"
Jud
's
eyes
were
red
and
swollen
and
bleary
.
The
tears
of
the
old
are
singularly
unlovely
,
Louis
thought
.
But
when
Jud
groped
across
the
table
for
Louis
's
hand
,
Louis
took
it
firmly
.
"
He
told
us
only
the
bad
,
"
he
said
after
a
moment
.
"
Only
the
bad
.
God
knows
there
is
enough
of
that
in
any
human
being
's
life
,
is
n't
there
?
Two
or
three
days
later
,
Laurine
Purinton
left
Ludlow
for
good
,
and
folks
in
town
who
saw
her
before
she
got
on
the
train
said
she
was
sprouting
two
shiners
and
had
cotton
stuffed
up
both
bores
of
her
pump
.
Alan
,
he
would
never
talk
about
it
.
George
died
in
1950
,
and
if
he
left
anything
to
that
grandson
and
granddaughter
of
his
,
I
never
heard
about
it
.
Hannibal
got
kicked
out
of
office
because
of
something
that
was
just
like
what
Timmy
Baterman
accused
him
of
.
I
wo
n't
tell
you
exactly
what
it
was
--
you
do
n't
need
to
know
--
but
misappropriation
of
town
funds
for
his
own
use
comes
close
enough
to
cover
it
,
I
reckon
.
There
was
even
talk
of
trying
him
on
embezzlement
charges
,
but
it
never
came
to
much
.
Losing
the
post
was
enough
punishment
for
him
anyway
;
his
whole
life
was
playing
the
big
cheese
.
"
But
there
was
good
in
those
men
too
.
That
's
what
I
mean
;
that
's
what
folks
always
find
it
so
hard
to
remember
.
It
was
Hannibal
got
the
fund
started
for
the
Eastern
General
Hospital
,
right
before
the
war
.
Alan
Puriton
was
one
of
the
most
generous
,
open-handed
men
I
ever
knew
.
And
old
George
Anderson
only
wanted
to
go
on
running
the
post
office
forever
.
"
It
was
only
the
bad
it
wanted
to
talk
about
though
.
It
was
only
the
bad
it
wanted
us
to
remember
because
it
was
bad
...
and
because
it
knew
we
meant
danger
for
it
.
The
Timmy
Baterman
that
went
off
to
fight
the
war
was
a
nice
,
ordinary
kid
,
Louis
,
maybe
a
little
dull
but
goodhearted
.
The
thing
we
saw
that
night
,
lookin
up
into
that
red
sun
...
that
was
a
monster
.
Maybe
it
was
a
zombie
or
a
dybbuk
or
a
demon
.
Maybe
there
's
no
name
for
such
a
thing
as
that
,
but
the
Micmacs
would
have
known
what
it
was
,
name
or
no
.
"
"
What
?
"
Louis
said
numbly
.
