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"You speak, at least, as though you had studied life--and history."
"I have lived. And I have seen some history made--for a cause.
Sir, a great cause. Men will fight for that again, here, on this
soil, not under man-made laws, but under a higher and greater law.
You love my body. You do not love my mind. I love them, both.
Yes, I am student of the law. Humanity! Is it not larger than we?
Is this narrow, selfish life of yours all you can see--of life--of
this law?"
"Yes," said Dunwody, grinning painfully. "I reckon maybe it was
one of those 'higher law' abolitionists that shot me!"
"Shot? What do you mean?" Forgetting philosophy, she turned
swiftly. Yet even as she spoke she now for the first time caught
sight of the dark rimmed rent in his trousers leg, noted the uneasy
fashion in which he held his weight.
"No one told me you were hurt--I thought you only tired, or perhaps
bruised by some accident--when you fell, in there."
"No; shot," he replied.
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