Men have revolutions like that.

I was no good.

I did worse than you'll ever do, because you're not big enough to be really bad, an' yet I've turned out worth livin'....

There, I'm through, an' I'm offerin' to be your friend an' to help you." Belllounds stood with arms spread outside the door, still astounded, still pale; but as the long admonition and appeal ended he exploded stridently.

"Who the hell are _you ?_...