" Then, with a brooding look in his face, he added:
"'The end comes as came the beginning,
And shadows fail into the past;
And the goal, is it not worth the winning,
If it brings us but home at the last?
"'While far through the pain of waste places
We tread, 'tis a blossoming rod
That drives us to grace from disgraces,
From the fens to the gardens of God!'"
He paused reflectively. "It's strange that this life up here makes you
feel that you must live a bigger life still, that this is only the wide
porch to the great labour-house--it makes you want to do things. Well,
we've got to win the stake first," he added with a laugh.
"The stake is a big one, Jim--bigger than you think."
"You and her and me--me that was in the gutter."
"What is the gutter, dadsie?" asked Nancy.
"The gutter--the gutter is where the dish-water goes, midget," he
answered with a dry laugh.
"Oh, I don't think you'd like to be in the gutter," Nancy said solemnly.
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