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stare. She is no longer mine; she is yours. Am I going to die?” “I am afraid that you are in a dangerous state,” Courtlaw answered gravely. “It’s glorious good!” “Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond —do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our arms about each other. If ever I could bring myself to ask you any favour, I would ask you to forget even as I have forgotten. I loathe this room.
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