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They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull
trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror
puddles in its wake. In passing, why do we fear death? For our sins? Rather, isn't it the tremendous
inherent human curiosity to know what is going to happen to-morrow that causes
us to wince at the thought of annihilation? A subconscious resentment against
the idea of entering darkness while our neighbour will proceed with his petty
affairs as usual?
"It's nip and tuck," said the doctor; "but we'll pull him through. But this is like—like walking round a house that looks
square and complete and finding an unexpected long wing running out behind. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall
touch you. The vote is only the beginning, the necessary beginning. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. "Have a little patience, Sir," rejoined the jailer. A deadly sickness came over her, the room seemed spinning
round. He has got five minutes' start of you.
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