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“You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. She would never again be lonely. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love.
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