"He who stands on the verge of the grave, as I do, should never be unprepared. I need you every day. He would be so disappointed. Briefly explained, she was as the child who discards the rag baby for the living one. “That cannot happen!” She replied, feeling her world start to disintegrate underneath her feet. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights.
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