” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be easy and colloquial: “You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing. No: I must face it out. The name of his father's murderer is also known to me. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes.
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