Orison Swett Marden：Pushing to the Front, Excerpt 82

As he spoke a youth with flowing hair, emaciated, but with black eyes that beamed with the flashing light of genius, rushed forward, and flinging himself before him exclaimed: "O Pericles, forgive and save the maid! She is my sister. I am the culprit. The group is the work of my hands, the hands of a slave."

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Locator：Excerpt 82 · Verified：2026-10-19 · Verification：Short excerpt

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