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“I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the
devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his
ear. That—that isn’t
living! You are beside yourself. Besides, I
don't think he's going to ask, if that is what you are
getting at. It was
something that Sebastian had refused to do, a lifestyle
that he placed himself above. The light was poor, so that she saw their gleaming faces dimly and
indistinctly. Except for a few early ebullitions of passion, natural to a
warm and romantic disposition, and leaving no harmful after-effects—ebullitions
that by the standards of the higher truth I feel no one can justly cast a stone at,
and of which I for one am by no means ashamed—I come to you a pure and
unencumbered man. We’ve deserted the posts
in which we found ourselves, cut our duties, exposed ourselves to risks that may
destroy any sort of social usefulness in us. Put on that new dress—the
one that's all white. However having a considerable amount of pride, she
decided she would disavow these undesirable topics and keep her mind away
from them just as far as she could, but it left her at the end of her school days
with that wrapped feeling I have described, and rather at loose ends.
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