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“I am very glad to hear you say it,” he repeated, and refrained from further inquiry. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that. ‘For once, you’re talking like a sensible man. . Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour. “And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying. ” He smiled at her. At last his voice came to release her tension. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. I do not even know his name. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. I’ve had my time and lost my chances. I guess.
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