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"Don't you see, brother, I was reading yesterday the Gospel / about Christ, the little Father; how He suffered, how He walked / on the earth. I suppose you have heard about it? " / "Indeed, I have," replied Stepanuitch; "but we are people in / darkness; we can't read. " -- TOLSTOI.
Mr. Henry Bosengate, of the London Stock Exchange, seated himself in his car that morning during the great war with a sense of injury. Major in a Volunteer Corps; member of all the local committees; lending this very car to the neighbouring hospital, at times even driving it himself for their benefit; subscribing to funds, so far as his diminished income permitted -- he was conscious of being an asset to the country, and one whose time could not be wasted with impunity. To be summoned to sit on a jury at the local assizes, and not even the grand jury at that! It was in the nature of an outrage.