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'" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. " Romance! The Seven Seas are hers. She made no attempt to answer her sister’s question. “Do?” “Are you prepared to do things for us? Distribute bills? Write letters? Interrupt meetings? Canvass at elections? Face dangers?” “If I am satisfied—” “If we satisfy you?” “Then, if possible, I would like to go to prison. Perhaps he truly meant it – perhaps there was a force within him that could withstand the hardships of existing past a mortal lifetime. Let us be friends—as near and close as friends can be. ‘Then let her keep her Frenchified titles to herself. The thought had not even occurred to him.
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