"What poet was that?" "Stevenson. What is it?" "Is there anything I can do?" The idiocy of the question filled him with the craving of laughter. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him. He knew not how to act, urged as he was in two directions. ‘Then I am not mad in the least. She did not remember how many seasons it took before she relented, how much time before she decided to toy with his affections.
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