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Two
days
later
,
having
eaten
an
egg
and
two
slices
of
toast
and
drunk
a
cup
of
tea
,
he
asked
for
his
mail
,
but
found
his
eyes
still
hurt
too
much
to
permit
him
to
read
.
"
You
read
for
me
,
Maria
,
"
he
said
.
"
Never
mind
the
big
,
long
letters
.
Throw
them
under
the
table
.
Read
me
the
small
letters
.
"
"
No
can
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
Teresa
,
she
go
to
school
,
she
can
.
"
So
Teresa
Silva
,
aged
nine
,
opened
his
letters
and
read
them
to
him
.
He
listened
absently
to
a
long
dun
from
the
type
-
writer
people
,
his
mind
busy
with
ways
and
means
of
finding
a
job
.
Suddenly
he
was
shocked
back
to
himself
.
"
‘
We
offer
you
forty
dollars
for
all
serial
rights
in
your
story
,
’
"
Teresa
slowly
spelled
out
,
"
‘
provided
you
allow
us
to
make
the
alterations
suggested
.
’
"
"
What
magazine
is
that
?
"
Martin
shouted
.
"
Here
,
give
it
to
me
!
"
He
could
see
to
read
,
now
,
and
he
was
unaware
of
the
pain
of
the
action
.
It
was
the
White
Mouse
that
was
offering
him
forty
dollars
,
and
the
story
was
"
The
Whirlpool
,
"
another
of
his
early
horror
stories
.
He
read
the
letter
through
again
and
again
.
The
editor
told
him
plainly
that
he
had
not
handled
the
idea
properly
,
but
that
it
was
the
idea
they
were
buying
because
it
was
original
.
If
they
could
cut
the
story
down
one
-
third
,
they
would
take
it
and
send
him
forty
dollars
on
receipt
of
his
answer
.
He
called
for
pen
and
ink
,
and
told
the
editor
he
could
cut
the
story
down
three
-
thirds
if
he
wanted
to
,
and
to
send
the
forty
dollars
right
along
.
The
letter
despatched
to
the
letter
-
box
by
Teresa
,
Martin
lay
back
and
thought
.
It
wasn
’
t
a
lie
,
after
all
.
The
White
Mouse
paid
on
acceptance
.
There
were
three
thousand
words
in
"
The
Whirlpool
.
"
Cut
down
a
third
,
there
would
be
two
thousand
.
At
forty
dollars
that
would
be
two
cents
a
word
.
Pay
on
acceptance
and
two
cents
a
word
—
the
newspapers
had
told
the
truth
.
And
he
had
thought
the
White
Mouse
a
third
-
rater
!
It
was
evident
that
he
did
not
know
the
magazines
.
He
had
deemed
the
Transcontinental
a
first
-
rater
,
and
it
paid
a
cent
for
ten
words
.
He
had
classed
the
White
Mouse
as
of
no
account
,
and
it
paid
twenty
times
as
much
as
the
Transcontinental
and
also
had
paid
on
acceptance
.
Well
,
there
was
one
thing
certain
:
when
he
got
well
,
he
would
not
go
out
looking
for
a
job
.
There
were
more
stories
in
his
head
as
good
as
"
The
Whirlpool
,
"
and
at
forty
dollars
apiece
he
could
earn
far
more
than
in
any
job
or
position
.
Just
when
he
thought
the
battle
lost
,
it
was
won
.
He
had
proved
for
his
career
.
The
way
was
clear
.
Beginning
with
the
White
Mouse
he
would
add
magazine
after
magazine
to
his
growing
list
of
patrons
.
Hack
-
work
could
be
put
aside
.
For
that
matter
,
it
had
been
wasted
time
,
for
it
had
not
brought
him
a
dollar
.
He
would
devote
himself
to
work
,
good
work
,
and
he
would
pour
out
the
best
that
was
in
him
.
He
wished
Ruth
was
there
to
share
in
his
joy
,
and
when
he
went
over
the
letters
left
lying
on
his
bed
,
he
found
one
from
her
.
It
was
sweetly
reproachful
,
wondering
what
had
kept
him
away
for
so
dreadful
a
length
of
time
.
He
reread
the
letter
adoringly
,
dwelling
over
her
handwriting
,
loving
each
stroke
of
her
pen
,
and
in
the
end
kissing
her
signature
.
