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several years they had been living upon a hill top, taking themselves very
seriously and more than a little preening themselves with the thought that
they were two very unusual and thoughtful people engaged upon a worthy and
ennobling enterprise. Sitting in their corner immersed in admiration of
their own purposes and in the thoughts of the vigorous, disciplined, new
life they were to give the world by the combined efficiency of their two
bodies and minds they were, at a word and a shake of the head from Doctor
Grover, compelled to remake the outline of their future together.
All about them the rush of life went on, vast changes were impending in
the industrial life of the people, cities were doubling and tripling their
population, a war was being fought, and the flag of their country flew in
the ports of strange seas, while American boys pushed their way through
the tangled jungles of strange lands carrying in their hands Rainey-
Whittaker rifles. And in a huge stone house, set in a broad expanse of
green lawns near the shores of Lake Michigan, Sam McPherson sat looking at
his wife, who in turn looked at him. He was trying, as she also was
trying, to adjust himself to the cheerful acceptance of their new prospect
of a childless life.
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