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"No! No! How can I?" Mr Sitated, for hi for the sake of so home One could not always do what one

wanted and that's why there were moments when one felt ashamed to live

This did not mean that one did not want to live Oh no!

He spoke with careless slowness, pausing frequently and in such a low

voice that Powell had to strain his hearing to catch the phrases dropped

overboard as it were And indeed they seemed not worth the effort It

was like the aiht far

removed from the idle words we so often utter only to keep in touch with

our fellow beings An hour passed It seeo below He repeated hiain he spoke

of lives which one was asha as there was no way out, no possible issue He even

alluded once more toPowell had to tell hiht, I thought you said," insisted Mr Smith He stirred,

see,

slender figure straightened into stiffness, as if hostile to the

enveloping soft peace of air and sea and sky, eht a

weak murmur which Mr Powell fancied was the word, "Abominable" repeated

three times, but which passed into the faintly louder declaration: "The

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