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 “I do not know. I shan’t grow old. I shall go away before that.”

“You will go away? Where, how? It is too ridiculous! You are talking at random! Tell me”

“I will. Listen. I have attacks of virtue, I know not why,—moments, when suddenly everything overpowers me, my youth, my life of to-day, my life of to-morrow, and I feel only an infinite pity for myself, and nothing else. And sometimes I think that some day I must, at such a moment, leave this house, must fly like an arrow through the muddy street and down to the water That’s the stronghold from which I look at my life, and at the future But the terror that freezes every nerve during such consolation! The river is terrible, and greenish, and cold, ugh ” and a chill shook her body, her white hand fell upon the table, and the slender fingers tapped it nervously.

My hero, a man fond of complete effects