"I wonder why we always try to shut our eyes against the fact of death?
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It's there waiting for us round the corner all the time." "But there's life and love to come first," flashed out Roger.
Nan looked at him thoughtfully.
"Not for everyone," she said.

Then suddenly: "Why are you here to-day, Roger?
I told you to come on Monday." "I know you did.