He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. ” “Mr. And if I don’t, I go mad. And it hampers us. It is she that I must see. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. How would he act when he learned that it had vanished? She gathered up the manuscripts and restored them to the envelope. Mrs.
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