. The right of the strongest . mpulse had seized his will and were 208 THE RIGHT OF THE STRONGEST driving him forward. Good-by. Be good to her,now, will you? Wont you be good to her? When John Marshall rode through the Thagginslowered bars that night and set his face against thedriving sleet and rain, one idea possessed him, andonly one. The hardening sleet beat against hisbreast, but his heart was on fire. He took wind andrain and ice-needles, head-on, realizing little andfearing less the fury with which they opposed him,for the storm that raged within him dwarfed theirangry onslaughts till h
. The right of the strongest . mpulse had seized his will and were 208 THE RIGHT OF THE STRONGEST driving him forward. Good-by. Be good to her,now, will you? Wont you be good to her? When John Marshall rode through the Thagginslowered bars that night and set his face against thedriving sleet and rain, one idea possessed him, andonly one. The hardening sleet beat against hisbreast, but his heart was on fire. He took wind andrain and ice-needles, head-on, realizing little andfearing less the fury with which they opposed him,for the storm that raged within him dwarfed theirangry onslaughts till he was scarcely conscious thatthey assailed. The very play of the mid lightningthreatened in vain. He did not think. He was too deeply stirred tothink, but every fibre of his being was sentient ofone great fact. No, it was not the sudden blast right out of thenorth that set his strong jaw with sinews of iron, thatsent that fierce riot through his veins; the night,with its sleet and rain and wind and fire, was merelyan incident!.
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