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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
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"I
cannot
get
away:
I
cannot
escape,"
and
the
veritable
look
of
some
trapped
creature
came
into
his
eyes,
fear
so
abject
that
I
reached
over
and
laid
my
hand
on
his
arm:
"Friend,"
I
said,
"stop
here.
We
have
a
good
country.
You
have
travelled
far
enough.
I
know
from
experience
what
a
cornfield
will
do
for
a
man."
"I
have
lived
all
sorts
of
life,"
he
continued
as
if
he
had
not
heard
a
word
I
said,
"and
I
have
lived
it
all
twice,
and
I
am
afraid."
"Face
it,"
I
said,
gripping
his
arm,
longing
for
some
power
to
"blow
grit
into
him."
"Face
it!"
he
exclaimed,
"don't
you
suppose
I
have
tried.
If
I
could
do
a
thing--anything--a
few
times
without
thinking--once
would
be
enough--I
might
be
all
right.
I
should
be
all
right."
He
brought
his
fist
down
on
the
table,
and
there
was
a
note
of
resolution
in
his
voice.
I
moved
my
chair
nearer
to
him,
feeling
as
though
I
were
saving
an
immortal
soul
from
destruction.
I
told
him
of
our
life,
how
the
quiet
and
the
work
of
it
would
solve
his
problems.
I
sketched
with
enthusiasm
my
own
experience
and
I
planned
swiftly
how
he
could
live,
absorbed
in
simple
work--and
in
books.
"Try
it,"
I
said
eagerly.
"I
will,"
he
said,
rising
from
the
table,
and
grasping
my
hand.
"I'll
stay
here."
I
had
a
peculiar
thrill
of
exultation
and
triumph.
I
know
how
the
priest
must
feel,
having
won
a
soul
from
torment!
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