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Portrait of Robert Barr Robert Barr The Face and the Mask — III. THE FEAR OF IT (1894)

The tallest wave, the king of that roaring tumultuous procession racing from the wreck to the shore, took him in its relentless grasp, held him towering for a moment against the sky, whirled his heels in the air, dashed him senseless on the sand, and, finally, rolled him over and over, a helpless bundle, high up upon the sandy beach.
Human life seems of little account when we think of the trifles that make toward the extinction or the extension of it. If the wave that bore Stanford had been a little less tall, he would have been drawn back into the sea by one that followed.
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Portrait of Robert Barr Robert Barr The Face and the Mask — III. THE FEAR OF IT (1894)

Although they will give their last sovereign to prolong their lives, yet will they risk life itself to accumulate gold. Every business in England is formed merely for the gathering together of bits of metal like that in your hand; huge companies of men are formed so that it may be piled up in greater quantities. The man who has most gold has most power, and is generally the most respected; the company which makes most money is the one people are most anxious to belong to."
Ruth listened to him with wonder and dismay in her eyes.
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Portrait of Robert Barr Robert Barr The Face and the Mask — III. THE FEAR OF IT (1894)

I thought from what you said that the people of England feared death, and did not welcome it or rejoice when one of their number died."
"They do not fear death, and they do not rejoice when it comes. Far from it. From the peer to the beggar, everyone fights death as long as he can; the oldest cling to life as eagerly as the youngest. Not a man but will spend his last gold piece to ward off the inevitable even for an hour."
"Gold piece—what is that?"
Stanford plunged his hand into his pocket.
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