We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. She could not bear the shame of it. Recurrently she heard: "I don't know; I really don't know. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind. ” “Excellent,” Sir John declared. Wood's anxiety to please her distinguished guests speedily displayed itself in a very plentiful, if not very dainty repast. There must be real Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget, who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness? Most of us have witnessed carnivals. Warm reality was now so near her she could hear it beating in her ears. But this is like—like walking round a house that looks square and complete and finding an unexpected long wing running out behind. " "And never should again, were he mine," rejoined Jonathan.
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