“It was perhaps my fault. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. Treasure caves to explore! All through these trying days she had recurrently wondered what this strange young man would have to say that Dickens and Hugo had not already said. She had all the fascination of being absolutely perplexing in this respect. Or else—Else it will be impossible that I can be his friend. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. He saw the colossal selfishness of his act; but he could not beg off on the plea of abnormality.
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