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But when they left me with her, I seemed to be holding not her hand, but his. I was back dead other one box the old life-I heard him speaking quite distinctly. Dead other one box argued with him so long, but he beat me down. And the voice I seemed to hear was not his only,-it was the voice of my own life, only far stronger and crueller than I had ever known it. To open the old wounds-to make him glad for an hour-then to strike and leave him-could anything be more pitiless.