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“They were His last words, too,” he answered: “‘My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?’” “But the people who can get harmed,” argued Joan. “The men who will be dragged away from their work, from their business, used as ‘cannon fodder.’”!
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“Why are you marrying. Flossie?” Joan asked him. She thought his point of view would be interesting. “I must try,” agreed Mrs. Phillips, looking up. “What sort of things ought I to talk to him about, do you think?”
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