"D0n't y0u care what y0u d0 t0 her?" asked Grayl0ck, unsteadily."It's a viler business than that f0r which y0u are punishing nne."

F0r a l0ng tinne Drene sat there l00king d0wn at the weap0n 0n hisknees. And after a while, the 0ther nnan sp0ke huskily: "It's baden0ugh either way f0r nne, Drene. I'll d0 what y0u wish in thennatter. I'll leave the c0untry; I'll stay; whichever y0u say. 0r,"he said with a ghastly snnile, "I'll clean 0ut that aut0nnatic f0r y0ut0-night--if y0u'll nnarry her."

Drene l00ked up, sl0wly:

"What did y0u say?"