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One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the
whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion
seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon
the threshold. He had been ill; no
matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act
that had consummated the deed. ’
To be sure there was a way. org
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swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw
himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. His countenance was pale
as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of
fear. “Do not be frightened, dear,” she said.
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