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Dick turned away and stared out of the winter , stirred by his own

words into a strange new understanding of himself--a mere fatuous

self-believer, a ht, to fortune not to

mastery, who had not made his standards, but let them make themselves

And noas coirl was the turning-point in his life

He see a life fro at its real

; but what does the march of events care whether the

failure be intentional or careless? Results follow just the sa-dead father,

white and set with some inward pain of which he did not speak Dick

re Now he

saw it somewhat as the believers once saw the face of the martyr, the

visibletrue to yourself

in spite of all the world

Dick drew a long breath and dropped his boyhood without even a regret

He knew he could accept conditions and liainst

the pricks, but quietly, as one who is capable of being superior to

theo faded

into trifles, and the thing nearest to his consciousness was that dead