She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. " "Mend!" echoed Mrs. Gerald frowned. “I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause. He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed. Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved these lines. ‘Because she, naturally enough, does not consider that it is in any way my affair. Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take it—take it!" "Where?" shouted Wood. " "Well, well, I'm not within a minute," rejoined the turnkey.
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