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“I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how
old I look? Fifteen. I have broken from prison,
and am come to save you. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. On that night,—that fatal night,—Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising
in my heart. A mutual recognition took place at the same instant between the
stranger and this individual.
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