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I do not want to get only a second-hand
flavour of life. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again
to haunt her. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. ’
‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than
life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. "Mine died while I was over here. The five men students were a mixed company. Never any doubt of it. I must!”
She threw open the door and pointed to it. “No,” said her brother, conclusively, “it’s not for a parent to go on persuading
a child. At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud
seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the
windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly
placed cards bearing the word
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in the clear bright windows. “I should like to understand you,” he said. ‘I’ll make it, miss.
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