\"No. Leaving the library by the same door she had first used to
enter it earlier that day, she crossed the two little antechambers and moved on
through the rooms. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. He carried her in his arms up
the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. Much to my amazement, as soon as I was in her
presence I forgot about my magic and thought only of
love. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. ”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings. I will always think of you
with fondness, no matter what. Them young prigs is all alike. In the struggle the pistol went off,
but without damage to either party.
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