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never get better) and when you're shut of me, which will be soon, I'm thinking, take the Lonesome Road and stick to the middle of it. 'He travels the fastest that travels alone' is a true saying, but 'tis only half the truth: he travels the farthest into the bargain.… Yet the Lonesome Road has its drawbacks, lad—it's damned lonely!"
Bourke died in Switzerland, of consumption, in the winter of 1910—Lanyard at his side till the end.
Then the boy set his face against the world: alone, lonely, and remembering.
