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I applaud your prudence: it is, however, needless. 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. “Thank you. " "He's coming!" cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot. ’ ‘Listen. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor. “Where to?” he asked, as the hansom drove up. He's safe enough now. He was her only brother, and she his favourite sister. That ring manifestly occupied her thoughts a great deal. People were passing in the street below.
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