I stared down at my shoes for some time. I didn't know what to say. Then I looked at him. "I've given you my time. It's all I've got to give--it's all any man has. And for a pitiful buck and a quarter an hour."
"Remember you begged for this job. You said your job was your second home."
" . . .my time so that you can live in your big house on the hill and have all the things that go with it. If anybody has lost anything on this deal, on this arrangement . . .I've been the loser. Do you understand?"
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