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Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "a letter, beginning 'dearest Aliva,'—that's your mother's name, Thames. For heaven’s sake, give him some Madeira or something, Gerald! Anything to calm him down. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. “You’re burning up. 1. I’m talking to you now as though you had all the wisdom and charity in the world. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. Only the strong survived. “You must not think of me as one.
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