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“No—but he’s got me all balled up. Either I’ve misjudged him or he’s suddenly become the world’s worst radical.” Burne hurried on, and it was several days before Amory heard an account of the ensuing conversation. Burne had come into the editor’s sanctum displaying the paper cheerfully. “Hello, Jesse.” “Hello there, Savonarola.” “I just read your editorial.” “Good boy—didn’t know you stooped that low.” “Jesse, you startled me.” “How so?” “Aren’t you afraid the faculty’ll get after you if you pull this irreligious stuff?” “What?” “Like this morning.” “What the devil—that editorial was on the coaching system.” “Yes, but that quotation—” Jesse sat up. “What quotation?” “You know: ‘He who is not with me is against me.’” “Well—what about it?” Jesse was puzzled but not alarmed.