My feelings overpower me. "What's that to you?" retorted Jack, surlily. " "Well said, Jack," cried Figg. You are to come home. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. Why?" "I was just wondering.
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