Still, one never could tell. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight. I want to get away—to go to London. You cannot—shall not retreat. .
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