But his gloom appeared to be occasioned by remorse, rather than sorrow. ‘I do not understand you. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. But all of that was forgotten. ” “You may be sure of the one,” she murmured. I’ll take over here. “But what are you going to do?” asked Hetty.
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