” “You mean you’re going to run away with me?” He asked in semi-seriousness. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. I’m a little tired. On this side a flight of wooden steps, protected by a hand-rail, led to a door opening upon the summit of the prison.
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