” “No, I don’t. I wonder what it was. The man is a stranger to me. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. I could not dream of loving you. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. Everything is being done that can be.
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