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🎮 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? “I think she could,” answered Joan, “if she would pull herself together. It’s her lack of will-power that’s the trouble.”!

🏆 Madge was of opinion that the world would have had enough of war. Not armies but whole peoples would be involved this time. The lesson would be driven home. Mary frowned at him; but Mr. Simson, eager for argument or not noticing, blundered on:—!

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