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In The Procession I Should Feel The Crushing Feet, The Clashing Discords, The Ruthless Hands And Stifling Breath. I Could Not Hear The Rhythm Of The March.

I Would Give Up The Unessential; I Would Give Up My Money, I Would Give Up My Life For My Children; But I Wouldnt Give Myself. I Can't Make It More Clear; It's Only Something I Am Beginning To Comprehend, Which Is Revealing Itself To Me.

It Was Still Quite Light Out Of Doors, But Inside With The Curtains Drawn And The Smouldering Fire Sending Out A Dim, Uncertain Glow, The Room Was Full Of Deep Shadows.

Even As A Child She Had Lived Her Own Small Life Within Herself. At A Very Early Period She Had Apprehended Instinctively The Dual Life - That Outward Existence Which Conforms, The Inward Life Which Questions.

No, I Only Think You Cruel, As I Said The Other Day. Maybe Not Intentionally Cruel; But You Seem To Be Forcing Me Into Disclosures Which Can Result In Nothing; As If You Would Have Me Bare A Wound For The Pleasure Of Looking At It, Without The Intention Or Power Of Healing It.