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He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. “I want you so much, Lucy. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. In passing, why do we fear death? For our sins? Rather, isn't it the tremendous inherent human curiosity to know what is going to happen to-morrow that causes us to wince at the thought of annihilation? A subconscious resentment against the idea of entering darkness while our neighbour will proceed with his petty affairs as usual? "It's nip and tuck," said the doctor; "but we'll pull him through. You will make him get his daughter, if you please. "I do," replied Jack, carelessly. “But what can one do?” asked Ann Veronica. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. ‘It could not be helped, whichever way I made my presence known.
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