SILAS: What is it they want to buy--these fellows that are figuring on
making something out of--expanse? (_a gesture for expanse, then a
reassuring gesture_) It's all right, but--just what is it?
SMITH: I am prepared to make you an offer--a gilt-edged offer for that
(_pointing toward it_) hill above the town.
SILAS: (_shaking his head--with the smile of the strong man who is a
dreamer_) The hill is not for sale.
SMITH: But wouldn't you consider a--particularly good offer, Mr Morton?
(SILAS, _who has turned so he can look out at the hill, slowly shakes
his head_.)
SMITH: Do you feel you have the right--the moral right to hold it?
SILAS: It's not for myself I'm holding it.
SMITH: Oh,--for the children?
SILAS: Yes, the children.
SMITH: But--if you'll excuse me--there are other investments might do
the children even more good.
SILAS: This seems to me--the best investment.
SMITH: But after all there are other people's children to consider.
SILAS: Yes, I know. That's it.
SMITH: I wonder if I understand you, Mr Morton?
SILAS: (_kindly_) I don't believe you do. I don't see how you could. And
I can't explain myself just now. So--the hill is not for sale. I'm not
making anybody homeless.
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