You never can go back. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. ‘And I do not know why you are so polite, when you have been bad to me last night, and have taken my dagger.
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