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"That I worked and loved it, and love it still, and that you are
lazy and love your ease. Don't be offended--" Here Peter laid his
hand on the boy's knee. He waited an instant, and not getting any
reply, kept on: "What you want to do is to go to work. It wouldn't
have been honorable in you to let your father support you after
you were old enough to earn your own living, and it isn't
honorable in you, with your present opinions, to live on your
uncle's bounty, and to be discontented and rebellious at that, for
that's about what it all amounts to. You certainly couldn't pay
for these comforts outside of this house on what Breen & Co. can
afford to pay you. Half of your mental unrest, my lad, is due to
the fact that you do not know the joy and comfort to be got out of
plain, common, unadulterated work."
"I'll do anything that is not menial."
"What do you mean by 'menial'?"
"Well, working like a day-laborer."
"Most men who have succeeded have first worked with their hands."
"Not my uncle."
"No, not your uncle--he's an exception--one among a million, and
then again he isn't through.
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