The Burglar and the Blizzard - A Christmas Story by Alice Duer Miller
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thanking Fate that this bounty had fallen to his lot.
She withdrew them. "You are too conscientious," she said. "That is not part of the duty of a rescue party." "It is, it is," said Geoffrey violently. "It is the merest humanity." "Humanity?" "To me, of course, if you will pin me down." "Oh, there is no reason for the rescued to be humane." "They ought to be grateful." "They are." "_Gratefuller_ then. Is it nothing that I have taken all the trouble to be born and grow up and live just to come here for you?" "Perhaps I could be gratefuller if there were any prospect of a fire." "Oh, curse the fire," said Geoffrey rising from his knees. "Who minds about it?" "I mind very much." "Well, you mustn't. You must not mind about anything, because it sets up too strong a reaction in me. There's no telling what I might not do under the stress. Come away from this dreadful place. The fires will |
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