They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour. But no vision of trim front gardens or of kindly lights in the windows poured a tender influence upon him now. The exclamation was homely, but it revealed a real acceptance of my further proof of what, in the bad time-- for there had been a worse even than this!--must have occurred. To perpetuate them it is our sacred duty to preserve it.
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