“Um, okay. “David,” she said, “you are not a coward, are you?” “I do not know,” he muttered. “Yes. It is the immediate inspiration of confidence; it alleviates pain, because we know by that smile that pain is soon to leave us; it becomes the bulwark against our depressive thoughts of death; and it is the promise that we still have a long way to go before we reach the Great Terminal. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. When first you left your home you had no idea that I was the hidden impulse. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see.
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