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seaside tripandafter making up for his day's fasting by a satisfactory teahe spent the evening on the jetty
listening to the town yilai:
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That was a strange walk for Bernard Maddison. Two sensations were struggling within him for the mastery
fear and despair at the terrible crisis which seemed to yawn before his feetand that s[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]t revolution of
feelingthat intenseyearning lovewhich had suddenly thrown a golden halo over his cold barren life. But as
he left the road and took the moorland path along the cliffthe battle suddenly came to an end. Before him
stretched the open moorbrilliant with coloringwith dark flushes of purpleand bright streaks of yellow
gorseand the sunlight glancing upon the hills. There was the pleasant murmuring of the sea in his earsa
glisteningdancingsilver seathe blue sky aboveand the fresh strong breeze full of vigorousbracing life.
Something of a glad recklessness stole over him and lightened his heart. This was no sceneno hour for sad
thoughts. Where was the philosophy of nursing suchof giving them a home even for a moment? Joy and
sorrowwhat were they but abstract states of the mind? Let him wait until the ashes were bet[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]n his teeth.
The future a
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