“And let us have a talk about this—some other time. It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. I saw someone in there whom I have always hoped that I should never meet again. "But you do agitate me so much. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. Because she states her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact that she is right. The man was dangerous. Men were going hither and thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish, and trying to support the tottering habitations. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. Beauty has bloomed and faded.
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