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He had never troubled to understand it. He had taken it
for granted, as he took for granted that Anna should work and turn
over her money to him.
Now it began to ask things of him. Not much. A delegation of women
came around one night and asked him for money for Belgian Relief.
The delegation came, because no one woman would venture alone.
"I have no money for Belgians," he said. He would not let them come
in. "Why should I help the Belgians? Liars and hypocrites!"
The story went about the neighborhood, and he knew it. He cared
nothing for popularity, but he resented losing his standing in the
community. And all along he was convinced that he was right; that
the Belgians had lied. There had been, in the Germany he had left,
no such will to wanton killing. These people were ignorant. Out
of the depths of their ignorance they talked.
He read only German newspapers. In the little room back of Gustav
Shroeder's he met only Germans. And always, at his elbow, there
was Rudolph.


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