Blame Kafka for his mad belief in me and Keyork Arabian for the rest--but do not blame yourself--oh, no! Not that!" "Do not talk like that, Unorna," he said.

"Be just first." "What is justice ?" she asked.

Then she turned her head away again.

"If you knew what justice means for me--you would not ask me to be just.

You would be more merciful." "You exaggerate----" He spoke kindly, but she interrupted him.
"No.