I, Mary MacLane/Chapter 16

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It's not death

To-morrow

IT'S not Death I fear, nor Life.

I horridly fear something this side of Death but out-pacing Life a little: a nervousness in my Stomach—a very Muddy Street—a Lonely Hotel Room.

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