THE BARBER. Oh, of course!
THE CUSTOMER. They'd get you as sure as fate!
THE BARBER. I wouldn't run away.
THE CUSTOMER. But, Kilburn, think what you are doing!
THE BARBER. I've been thinking about it for twelve years, John.
THE CUSTOMER. I'm on my back, helpless!
THE BARBER. You'd run if I let you up.
THE CUSTOMER. But give me a chance! Kilburn, give me—
THE BARBER. ( Interrupting ) No, John, you get no chance. You gave Jennie none. ( He pauses. ) She was just eighteen when you came to our town. She was only a child, John, only a child. Her mother was dead. I was all she had—and she was all I had. And I was trying to bring her up right—to make her the same kind of a woman her mother had been, if you know what that means.
THE CUSTOMER. I didn't—