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🎮 Must man for ever be chained by his appetites to the unclean: ever be driven back, dragged down again into the dirt by his own instincts: ever be rendered useless for all finer purposes by the baseness of his own desires? A robin broke into a song of triumph. He had seen the sad-faced ghosts steal silently away.!

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The girl rose. “I must be getting back,” she said. “Dad will be wondering where I’ve got to.” The atmosphere was becoming tragic. Joan felt the need of escaping from it. She sprang up.!
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Joan held our her hand for the letter. “I was afraid he had forgotten it,” she answered, with a smile. He laughed. “And this new journal of his?” he asked. “It’s got to be published in London, hasn’t it?”
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“He must be somewhere,” she said: “the living God of love and hope: the God that Christ believed in.” Joan did not speak for a time. She could see him grave—a little pompous, in his Sunday black, his footsteps creaking down the stone-flagged aisle, the silver-edged collecting bag held stiffly in his hand. She had been fashioned to be his helpmate, as surely as if she had been made of the same bone. Nature was at one with God. Spirit and body both yearned for him. It was not position—power for herself that she craved. The marriage market—if that had been her desire: it had always been open to her. She had the gold that buys these things. Wealth, ambition: they had been offered to her—spread out temptingly before her eyes. They were always within her means, if ever she chose to purchase them. It was this man alone to whom she had ever felt drawn—this man of the people, with that suggestion about him of something primitive, untamed, causing her always in his presence that faint, compelling thrill of fear, who stirred her blood as none of the polished men of her own class had ever done. His kind, strong, ugly face: it moved beside her: its fearless, tender eyes now pleading, now commanding.
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