” “Above all, no one except I can know what you are. The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. Wood," she continued, with a sudden change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream.
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