" "By the way, did you read those stories?" "Yes. “I’m rather a persistent person. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. Ah, but she could remember; and many things there were that she would never forgive. A time may come,—and that ere long,—when you will be glad to purchase my secrets, and your own safety, at a dearer price than the heads of your companions. She rose to the fire to stoke it. She seemed smitten with a paroxysm of fear. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart.
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