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Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. Later on I could scarcely have forgiven you. 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. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. Dear God, what a beautiful moment!" The fire went out of Spurlock's eyes and the shadow of hopeless weariness fell upon him. We are not altogether strangers, are we? I feel that under the circumstances I have the right to offer you my advice, and if necessary my help. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. I want to shout! I want to sing! I am glad! I am glad to be alive because you are alive! I am glad to be a woman because you are a man! I am glad! I am glad! I am glad! I thank God for life and you. " She rose. The terror faded from her eyes.
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