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Some escape; but only by dying ashore before it gets them.

That is the way some of us reach Heaven; we die too quick for the Enemy to catch us." He was laughing when she said: "It is not a fight with the sea; it is the battle of Life itself you mean." "Yes, in a way, the battle of Life." "Oh, you are morbid then.

Is there anybody ever born who has not a fight on his hands ?" "No; only I have known men tired out, unfairly, before life had declared war on them." "Just what do you mean ?" "Oh, something about fair play--what our popular idol summarises as a 'square deal'." He laughed again, easily, his face clearing.
"Nobody worth a square deal ever laments because he hasn't had it," she said.
"I dare say that's true, too," he admitted listlessly.
"Mr.Siward, exactly what did you mean ?" "I was thinking of men I knew; for example a man who through generations has inherited every impulse and desire that he should not harbour--a man with intellect enough to be aware of it, with decency enough to desire decency.

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