" He did not reply. I think that I will tell you. “I can’t endure it,” she said. " Nor was this all. Yet she held her tongue. You must come back. Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. Wild of the circumstance. She looked paler than ever; but her countenance, though bewildered, did not exhibit the alarm which might naturally have been anticipated from the strange and perplexing scene presented to her view.
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