She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. Was it VERY horrible? I tried to get into the police-court, but the crowd was ever so much too big, push as I would. Under the plumed hat, her eye kindled. But once I started, Forever Fifteen seemed to fly out of me like a bat out of Hell, virtually writing itself.
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