We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. We don’t consider each other; we needn’t.
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