“Why not?” He asked. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. She met his eye for a moment in curious surprise. Smith's melody had subsided. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. “You are in trouble,” he said. “It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths. Lord, I am sixty. “I will have your true reason. “The fool I have been!” he cried; and now speech was coming to him. It's sixteen days down, with The Tigress. He was a man tout à fait capable, this Gerald.
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