Perhaps he truly meant it – perhaps there was a force within him that could withstand the hardships of existing past a mortal lifetime. "Impossible!" echoed Wild, with a fearful imprecation. ” “Go ahead. You may enjoy your pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. I have been dreaming of your body and you night after night. He made Hong-Kong at dusk: wet, hungry, and a bit groggy for the want of sleep; but he was in no wise discouraged. So he shut his eyes. I'll tote it myself. The true creative mind is always returning to battle; defeats are only temporary setbacks. You have taken my dagger. ‘All so long ago and my memory ain’t what it was.
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