沙与沫 第四章（1）
that truth alone may be the victor.
you ago there lived a man too loving and too lovable.
and strange to relate i met him thrice yesterday.
the first time he a policeman not to take a prostitute to prison; the second time he a fist-fight ood and evil crime.
pity is but half justice.
the only one from a narroht to escape from something still more unbeautiful.”
oftentimes i have hated in self-defense; but if i er i to me, “i do not understand you,” is praise beyond my ives me gold and i give you silver, and yet i deem myself generous.
her than the felon, and not loe that you should pity the sloives you out of his pocket that he may take out of your heart!
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