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" Miserably his thoughts shuttled to and fro in search of what he knew she wanted —a love story. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. . Gerald studied the darkness beyond the aperture. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him. The brain tires of resistance, and when it meets again and again, incoherently active, the same phrases, the same ideas that it has already slain, exposed and dissected and buried, it becomes less and less energetic to repeat the operation. The Red Room. "Perhaps you don't know that this Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can assure you. “Yes, but maybe later.
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