[blurted out before he can think better of saying it, of embarrassing himself so tremendously before a man he barely knows and yet trusts so implicitly nevertheless.
then, resigned and quiet,]
Sorry. You're right. Of course, you're right, I don't know what I was thinking. I'm not--I'm not thinking very clearly.
[marshalling his composure,] Thank you for telling me. I should--[he looks at his books without really seeing them,]--get back to work.
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[ Byerly's throat tightens as he says it. He desperately wants to say yes, to push the lad to find out the truth. ]
It is not worth it.
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[blurted out before he can think better of saying it, of embarrassing himself so tremendously before a man he barely knows and yet trusts so implicitly nevertheless.
then, resigned and quiet,]
Sorry. You're right. Of course, you're right, I don't know what I was thinking. I'm not--I'm not thinking very clearly.
[marshalling his composure,] Thank you for telling me. I should--[he looks at his books without really seeing them,]--get back to work.