Well, you shall know. ‘Dead then, is he?’ ‘If I could say that he is dead, it would give me very much satisfaction. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. I could not keep away any longer. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. Now I am sorry to cross you in anything you have set your heart upon, but I regret to say—” “H’m,” he reflected, and crossed out the last four words.
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