"Mr. I’ll do it. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. A short flight of steps brought him to a dark passage, into which he plunged. I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly. There are way-stations—even terminals.
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