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“Isn’t it rather dangerous work?” she asked. She felt it was a footling question even as she asked it. Her brain had become stodgy. She thought that even then God might reconsider it—see her point of view. Perhaps He would send her a sign.!
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“He has asked me,” answered the girl with a swagger. “Not sure that it would suit me now. They’re not so nice to you when they’ve got you fixed up. So long.” Mary had been clasping and unclasping her hands, a habit of hers when troubled. Could good ever come out of evil? That was her doubt. Did war ever do anything but sow the seeds of future violence; substitute one injustice for another; change wrong for wrong. Did it ever do anything but add to the world’s sum of evil, making God’s task the heavier?
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They kissed good night, and Joan went up to her own room. She found it just as she had left it. A bunch of roses stood upon the dressing-table. Her father would never let anyone cut his roses but himself. “Quite likely,” thought Flossie; “just the type that sort of man does marry. A barmaid, I expect.” “Why did we all like him?” asked Joan. “Even Miss Lavery. There’s nothing extraordinary about him.”
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