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"Aren't you--afraid ?" he asked.
"Of what ?" she inquired calmly.
It was the mere unconscious audacity of ignorance, yet he saw in her now--not fancied he saw, but saw--a certain strength of soul, both courage and tenacity.

No, she might suffer, sink--but she would die fighting, and she would not be afraid.

And he admired and envied her.
"Oh, I'll get along somehow," she assured him in the same self-reliant tone.