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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

I hate it!" she concluded with vehemence sudden and fierce, as she
shook her fist towards the stars.
"Give up your love?" said Barry. "Not I! Not one good, honest affection
do I mean to give up, nor shall I."
"Oh, nonsense! Don't be religious. Just be honest," said Paula, in a
low, intense voice. "Let me speak to you. Suppose I--I love a man with
all my soul and body--and body, mind you, and he goes out, or goes in,
as you say. No matter, he goes out of my life. I lose him, he is not
here. I cannot feel and respond to his love. I cannot feel his strong
arms about me. My God!" Her voice came with increasing vehemence. "I
want his arms. I want him as he is. I want his body--I cannot love a
ghost. No! no!" she added in a low, hopeless voice. "When he goes out
I lose him, and lose him as mine forever. Oh, what do I care for your
spirit love! The old Greeks were right. They are shades--shades, mere
shades beyond the river. I don't want a shade. I want a man, a strong,
warm-hearted, brave man.


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