There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. “You see, daddy, I don’t think it IS preposterous. \"Where would you like to go?\" \"Burger King okay?\" \"Are you sure you don't want to go to some place fancier?\" He was surprised. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. He saw his father, calling to him from an icy white tunnel, beckoning to him. This was what he missed.
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