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I smiled incredulously.
'You have taken my confidence by storm,' he continued, 'and now
it is much at your service. I am simply, in my original state-
stripped of that blood-bleached robe with which Christianity covers
human deformity- a cold, hard, ambitious man. Natural affection
only, of all the sentiments, has permanent power over me. Reason,
and not feeling, is my guide; my ambition is unlimited: my desire to
rise higher, to do more than others, insatiable. I honour endurance,
perseverance, industry, talent; because these are the means by which
men achieve great ends and mount to lofty eminence. I watch your
career with interest, because I consider you a specimen of a diligent,
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orderly, energetic woman: not because I deeply compassionate what
you have gone through, or what you still suffer.'
'You would describe yourself as a mere pagan philosopher,' I said.
'No. There is this difference between me and deistic
philosophers: I believe; and I believe the Gospel. You missed your
epithet. I am not a pagan, but a Christian philosopher- a follower
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