You are right. “What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO exist! You have this home. Did he track her? She was unaware if he did. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. She was given a glimpse of his soul. She had a few acquaintances, English gentlemen, but she lived with her sister—was a lady. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it.
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