His spirits began to rise. You couldn’t help it. . ” He made a little noise in his throat as if something had cried out within him, and for a time they were both too full for speech. The biological laboratory, perpetually viewing life as pairing and breeding and selection, and again pairing and breeding, seemed only a translated generalization of that assertion. "One of us has got to die," he panted. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. So, here he was, on the last lap of middle age, in China, having missed all the thrills in life except one—the war against Death.
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