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           There’sachancethatyou’reright—butevensowe’rehundredsofyearsbeforethetimewhennon-resistancecantouchusasareality."

           "But,Amory,listen—"

           "Burne,we’djustargue—"

           "Verywell."

           "Justonething—Idon’taskyoutothinkofyourfamilyorfriends,becauseIknowtheydon’tcountapicayunewithyoubesideyoursenseofduty—but,Burne,howdoyouknowthatthemagazinesyoureadandthesocietiesyoujoinandtheseidealistsyoumeetaren’tjustplainGerman?"

           "Someofthemare,ofcourse."

           "Howdoyouknowtheyaren’tallpro-German—justalotofweakones—withGerman-Jewishnames."

           "That’sthechance,ofcourse,"hesaidslowly."HowmuchorhowlittleI’mtakingthisstandbecauseofpropagandaI’veheard,Idon’tknow;naturallyIthinkthatit’smymostinnermostconviction—itseemsapathspreadbeforemejustnow."

           Amory’sheartsank.

           "Butthinkofthecheapnessofit—noone’sreallygoingtomartyryouforbeingapacifist—it’sjustgoingtothrowyouinwiththeworst—"

           "Idoubtit,"heinterrupted.

           "Well,itallsmellsofBohemianNewYorktome."

           "Iknowwhatyoumean,andthat’swhyI’mnotsureI’llagitate."

           "You’reoneman,Burne—goingtotalktopeoplewhowon’tlisten—withallGod’sgivenyou."

           "That’swhatStephenmusthavethoughtmanyyearsago.Buthepreachedhissermonandtheykilledhim.Heprobablythoughtashewasdyingwhatawasteitallwas.