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" You never thought of it! Here you are! ” said Mr. Heatley, fishing in his pocket. “ Take a pound. That ought to see you through.” “ No, sir. I don’t want it.” “ You don’t want it? ” “ I’d rather not,” I said. “ Why? ” he asked staring at me. This was difficult to answer because I had no idea why I did not want the money. “ Why? ” repeated Mr. Heatley. “ I want to be independent,” I replied, groping for words. “ It’s—it’s a sort of game, really. I want to manage on my own.” “ Oh well,” he said with a chuckle. “ It’s a sort of game, is it? A funny sort of game if you ask me! You’re a fool, Kirke, but perhaps it’s a pity there aren’t more fools of your kidney knocking about. "
― D.E. Stevenson , Five Windows