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| B: I'm not as unconscious of your whispers as you think, Mr. White. I know well when it's you speaking to me, and I can play your will like a fiddle to make to make it suit my selfish interests! You tell me that you want me to think, always think, think, think about everything I do... and, you must hope that my "conscience" will do your work for you. Think again! |
