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Well—let's leave it to Chance, whose ally is Time, that cannot be hurried, and whose enemy is Death, that will not wait.
You shall judge of a man by his foes as well as by his friends,
the shape of a man torn out of her arms by the strength of a dream.
The social fabric of orderly, peaceful life, when every man was sure of to-morrow, the edifice raised by Jim's hands, seemed on that evening ready to collapse into a ruin reeking with blood.
