It rather astonished him. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death. Perhaps I am still mad. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. Give me your hand.
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