“I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. If I'd not gone mad, they would have hanged me. " "I will try to do so," replied the widow, forcing a smile. I suppose my creed is, ‘I believe rather indistinctly in God the Father Almighty, substratum of the evolutionary process, and, in a vein of vague sentimentality that doesn’t give a datum for anything at all, in Jesus Christ, His Son. He stood by her side, and he suffered her hands to rest in his.
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