The snares of the world were its ways of sin. His blood began to murmur in his veins, murmuring like a sinful city summoned from its sleep to hear its doom. But though the tears scalded his eyes and his limbs quivered with pain and fright he held back the hot tears and the cry that scalded his throat. I felt that the cause was mine and that I should surely get ALL.
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