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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"

When that resource goes
the man is to be pitied and left alone.
These things and some others Dick considered while he was holding Bessie to his
heart.
"Though you mayn't know it," he said, raising his head, "the Lord is a just and
a terrible God, Bess; with a very strong sense of humour. It serves me right--
how it serves me right! Torp could understand it if he were here; he must have
suffered something at your hands, child, but only for a minute or so. I saved
him. Set that to my credit, some one."
"Let me go," said Bess, her face darkening. "Let me go."
"All in good time. Did you ever attend Sunday school?"
"Never. Let me go, I tell you; you're making fun of me."
"Indeed, I'm not. I'm making fun of myself. . . . Thus. "He saved others,
himself he cannot save." It isn't exactly a school-board text." He released her
wrist, but since he was between her and the door, she could not escape. "What
an enormous amount of mischief one little woman can do!"
"I'm sorry; I'm awful sorry about the picture."
"I'm not. I'm grateful to you for spoiling it. . . . What were we talking about
before you mentioned the thing?"
"About getting away--and money. Me and you going away."
"Of course. We will get away--that is to say, I will.


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