And yet—I love you. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. You can’t look me in the eyes and say you don’t care for me. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. It was the same Bios whose nature and drift and ways and methods and aspects engaged them all.
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