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DrFrancashstein is “It was more than love,” he answered. “It was idolatry. God punished me for it. He was a hard God, my God.” The nurse was standing by the window. She turned sharply on Joan’s entrance. Joan slipped the box into her hands..

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🎮 She saw the vision of him that night, as, leaning from her window, she looked out beyond the pines: the little lonely ship amid the waste of waters; his beautiful, almost womanish, face, and the gentle dreamy eyes with their haunting suggestion of a shadow. She would accept it. The wonder of it should cast out her doubts and fears. She would seek to make herself worthy of it. Consecrate it with her steadfastness, her devotion.!

🏆 “Why is the Press always so eager for war?” mused Joan. “According to their own account, war doesn’t pay them.” She would get into correspondence with them, go among them, talk to them. The difficulty, at first, would be in getting them to write to her, to open their minds to her. These voiceless masses that never spoke, but were always being spoken for by self-appointed “leaders,” “representatives,” who immediately they had climbed into prominence took their place among the rulers, and then from press and platform shouted to them what they were to think and feel. It was as if the Drill-Sergeant were to claim to be the “leader,” the “representative” of his squad; or the sheep-dog to pose as the “delegate” of the sheep. Dealt with always as if they were mere herds, mere flocks, they had almost lost the power of individual utterance. One would have to teach them, encourage them.!

🔥 Download DrFrancashstein “A distinctly dangerous man,” Joan overheard a little old lady behind her comment to a friend. “If I didn’t hate him, I should like him.” “Would there not still be the diamond dog-collar and the motor car left to tempt us?” suggested Madge.!🔥