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he looked at me, but as if, instead of me, he saw what he spoke of.
when I had to shut myself up to think.
I walked in a world of their invention—they
She had looked at me in sweet speculation and then had accused me to my face of having “cried.”
it was no revelation to me that little girls could be slavish idolaters of little boys.
On the eleventh night after my latest encounter with that gentleman—they were all numbered now—I
the success of the tempters is only a question of time. They’ve only to keep to their suggestions of danger.”
relief arrived. I call it relief, though it was only the relief that a snap brings to a strain or the burst of a thunderstorm to a day of suffocation.
The wretched child had spoken exactly as if she had got from some outside source each of her stabbing little words,
my friend would answer for my honesty, I would answer for all the rest.
more discrimination than I had ever heard two words contain.
“Ah, then, is THAT what you’ve stayed over for?”
He looked in vague pain all round the top of the room and drew his breath, two or three times over, as if with difficulty. He might have been standing at the bottom of the sea and raising his eyes to some faint green twilight.
