I am what your righteousness has made me--a man without hope; a man with nothing alive in him except the physical brute.

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Better not arouse that." "You do not know what you are saying, Berkley"-- Colonel Arran choked; turned gray; then a spasm twitched his features and he grasped the arms of his chair, staring at Berkley with burning eyes.
Neither spoke again until Larraway entered, carrying an inlaid box.
"Thank you, Larraway.