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"I've tried all my life--to make you know--how I love you--but somehow I
couldn't--"
"But I knew, dad," said Barry. "All my life I have known."
"Really?" asked his father. "I--wonder--I don't think--you quite
know--Ah--my boy--my boy--You don't--know--you--can't. Barry," he
said, "I think--I'm going out--I'm going--out--no, in--your word--my
boy--in--eh--Barry?"
"Yes, dad," said his son. "Going in. The inner circle, you know."
"The--inner--circle--" echoed his father. "Warmth--light--love--Now--I
think--I'll sleep--Good night--Barry--Oh--my boy,--you--don't
quite--know--Kiss me--Barry--"
Barry kissed him on the lips.
"So--Good--night--"
A deep breath he took; another--Barry waited for the next, but there was
not another.
He laid his father down and looked into his quiet face, touched even
now with the noble stateliness of death. He put his arms about the
unresponsive form, and his face to the cheek still warm.
"Dad, oh, dad," he whispered. "Do you know--do you know--Oh, God, tell
him how I love him.


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