‘Civilian peace-keeping forces, you know. He was going to tell me something— and he shut up. God help me. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. Women are not in the world in the same sense that men are—fighting individuals in a scramble. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment.
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