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He could give them his time, his knowledge, his skill, but he could not give them what they needed.
The old man years ago had done with his faith in religion. He had not made a sharp conclusion. He had grown away from it because it had nothing to do with life and more and more was no guide to living, but only a guide to death, a humiliating guide at that.
“Interesting too,” Anna said, “how we’re not really divided according to our nationalities, but by how much or how little money we have. Most of the differences are acquired, they depend on what money can buy you.
“One of these days, I’ll get arrested for practicing without a license,” he said, smiling at them, as he walked off toward the office. “Nobody else to do it,” a woman said, and after he was out of hearing, she added, “None these other ‘fficial men would do it either.” She poked her head in the tent. “I’ll sit with her awhile now. You get some rest.” After a while Mrs. Starwood came out.
We’re both picking cotton for the same hand-to-mouth wages. I’m no better’n he is; he’s no worse.
