And Jeremy was dead. The room seemed suddenly to have grown cold. She shivered. It was the way of

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And Jeremy was dead. The room seemed suddenly to have grown cold. She shivered. It was the way of life--death always at the end of the road. And her own nameless dread came back upon her. Doom lay ahead. Doom for whom? She did not attempt to guess. Sufficient that it was doom. Her mind was heavy with it, and the quiet room was heavy with it as she passed slowly out.

The man that holds just in balance carries the name of being sober and restrained.
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