" "You are very kind, Sir," returned the widow, "but I require no support. “Annabel! Why, what on earth have you been doing to yourself, child?” she exclaimed. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. Manning, her aunt and father, neighbors, customs, traditions, forces. Perhaps he truly meant it – perhaps there was a force within him that could withstand the hardships of existing past a mortal lifetime. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom.
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