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🏆 “Why must you preach?” she asked. “It doesn’t seem to pay you.” There was a curious smile about the girl’s lips as she caught Joan’s eye. It could be done. She felt it. If only one could summon up the needful brutality. If only one could stifle that still, small voice of Pity.!

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