I waited an instant; then I brought out: "Go to church. We must never again abuse the trust of working men and women, by sending their earnings on a futile chase after the spiraling demands of a bloated Federal Establishment. The gold was still in the sky, the clearness in the air, and the man who looked at me over the battlements was as definite as a picture in a frame. Imagine all this, and you will have some idea of the horror of the stench of hell.
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