Sometimes I
tremble, Anna, to think how near I came to passing through life without a single
glimpse, a moment’s revelation of this greatest and most awful of mysteries, the
mystery of primaeval nature. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. ‘That fellow of yours is a deal
better, by the by. That is what I must do. The water was cold but she waded deeper. But the
free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him
sprawling into the yielding sand. But he tells them that I am a spy. We have only those
phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. 33
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LUCY MAKES A FRIEND
English class was a sleepy affair, made sleepier by the
fact that the school year was drawing to a close. But, you see, I’m smirched. Part of his head was swathed in linen bandages.
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