Her knees were trembling, her whole frame was shaken with sobs. I think too much about myself. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. I don’t care what else there is in the world. Habits and tastes are no longer the same. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round.
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