It is no good waiving the thing; it is true. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. On that night,—that fatal night,—Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising in my heart. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. Your old rooms are there, if you choose.
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