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XXII. Roland's Triumph
But at the doorstep of the Methodist Church Nat hesitated. The building was dimly lighted, for it was choir practise night, and the door was ajar; but he couldn't bring himself to enter. He would not long have peace and quiet in which to think, there; presently would come Angle and Josie and Roland and... "I couldn't stand it; I'd probably murder Roland.... "Besides, I've no right there--an impostor--a contemptible low-lived pup like me!... "Why the thunderation did I ever allow myself to be persuaded to come here? Why was I ever such a fool?... "How could I be such a fool?..." He was walking, now, striding swiftly through the silent village streets, meeting few wayfarers and paying them no heed, whether they knew and greeted him or not. His entire consciousness was obsessed by regret
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