And yet, at the end of this prayer a subconscious thought broke through to consciousness. He wasn't quite hard enough to win worldly success; that was his fault. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. Vanity was a vice not just to be deprecated, but effectively strangled at birth. ‘Dear me.
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