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Red Fleece by Will Levington Comfort
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"He couldn't, Peter. He's like you--when moments are biggest.... Oh,
Peter, where do you keep your passion?"

"You mean this great burning that Fallows knows?"

"Yes."

"I haven't it. I haven't that passion. I think I am just a reporter.
But you have it.... My father loved his family. I think your father
must have loved the world--"

"But you love the world--"

"No, I love you."

"Peter, Peter--come to-morrow! Don't come in with me to-night!"

Peter went to his rooms at once. He was struck hard, but merely showed
a bit weary. He found himself objecting to characteristics of Fallows'
mind, the same which he had admired and delighted in from Berthe. She
had always talked easily of death, and he had been without criticism;
now he disliked the casual mention of death in Fallows' talk.

Peter saw that he was sore, and hated himself for it. Fallows
personally was ready for death; therefore he had the right to counsel
martyrdoms for others if he wished. Death to Peter, however, was not
strictly a conversational subject. If a man were ready to die for
another, it was not good taste to say so. Still he forced himself to
be just, by thinking of Fallows' life.

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