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MR. ICKY: (Mournfully) These vales, these hills, these McCormick harvesters—they mean nothing to my children. I understand.
CHARLES: (More gently) Then you'll think of me kindly, feyther. To understand is to forgive.
MR. ICKY: No…no…. We never forgive those we can understand…. We can only forgive those who wound us for no reason at all….
CHARLES: (Impatiently) I'm so beastly sick of your human nature line.”