taken no one's life! I hate him, and I hate all these rich people who eat and laugh and buy whatever they want — even their crimes! I will bring harm on every one of them; in every one of them I will see my brother's killer! I feel no shame when I steal their money — taking their money is lawful! I will go on stealing from their pockets and spitting in their faces — a curse on them!"

She reeled and gripped the chair, feeling herself plunging into a deep black pit; her tongue knotted, and she stared at him, then at the door after he had vanished through it running! "My son!" her soul screamed, and she felt her whole being rising to follow him into the street, to clasp him to her and speak to him, reminding him of good and evil, of wrong and right! But she stayed where she was, biting her lips and wiping the tears of her frightened, weeping daughter.. How had her son become like this? Why did he speak like this? she asked herself in burning grief! Had she been blind, not seeing whom he kept company with and how he lived? She remembered a companion of his he once brought home; she took alarm at him and asked him never to go with him or his like at all, and he promised; she never saw that companion again, and she was reassured.. She had been reassured by many flimsy things — his explanations of the clothes and the fruit, for instance; or the dog he once brought with him, saying it was a stray, when she ought to have known from its clean white wool that it was a dog of comfort and pampering that her son had stolen from its well-to-do owners!

O God! How grief cut her heart that day as she cried "My son!" — how she felt it almost stop beating under the press of despair! She wept for Habib, and she wept more for Bassam when she learned that, without knowing it, she had killed in him nobility and

truthfulness and honesty, and that he would become a living dead man whose ruin she would weep every day!

God's hand took hers, and the years rolled on again, her son growing ever more stubborn and hardened. He drew away from her, little by little, into a world of his own, sacred in his eyes, whose borders he would not let her cross to try to draw him out of it! Once she fell ill, and he hurried to call the doctor and buy the medicine. She seized his hand hard and said with finality: "Death is better to me than drinking medicine bought

with your stolen money! Take from this money of mine, for it is honest money.".. He bit his lip and turned his face away as he took the coins from her.. After that he began to stay away from the house for days, sometimes for weeks, and when he returned he would stand at the door like a sick beggar, and she would stare at him and see not his face but the face of

a child who had once circled her neck with his arm and whispered to her, weeping: "I will buy you dresses, and a beautiful house for us" — and the tears would swim

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