‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. Die, indeed! We’re going to do work; we’re going to unfold about each other; we’re going to have children. And you promised to tell me. We shall have—hardly any money. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards. We'll get those books into your room first.
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