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. Go on."
Thorby went on. Tears started down his cheeks as he heard Pop's voice coming from his own throat: " ' -- and my humblest respects to your revered mother. I am speaking to you through the mouth of my adopted son. He does not understand Suomic' -- oh, but I do!"
"Go on."
When Thorby reached: " 'I am already dead -- ' " he broke down. Krausa blew his nose vigorously, told him to proceed. Thorby managed to get to the end, though his voice was shaking. Then Krausa let him cry a moment before telling him sternly to wipe his face and brace up. "Son . . . you heard the middle part? You understood it?"
"Yes . . . uh, yes. I guess so."
"Then you know what I have to do."
"You mean . . . I have to leave Sisu?"
"What did Baslim say? 'When opportunity presents --' This is the first opportunity I've had . . . and I've had to squeeze to get it. It's almost certainly the last. Baslim didn't make me a gift of you, Son -- just a loan. And now I must pay back the loan. You see that, don't you?"
"Uh . . . I guess so." "Then let's get on with it." Krausa reached inside his jacket, pulled out a sheaf of bills and shoved them at Thorby. "Put this in your pocket. I would have made it more, but it was all I could draw without attracting your Mother's suspicions. Perhaps I can send you more before you jump."
Thorby held it without looking at it, although it was more money than he had ever touched before
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