All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. A phase of mental activity that men called courage: to summon at will this energy which barred the ingress of the long cold fingers of fear, which cleared the throat of stuffiness and kept the glance level and ever forward. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love. Now let us forget it. . "Well!" cried Mrs.
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