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 "Wholly. As I was two hours since, and as I am now, are two different states of existence. I believe, Mr. Moore, griefs and fears nursed in silence grow like Titan infants."

"You will cherish such feelings no more in silence?"

"Not if I dare speak."

"In using the word dare, to whom do you allude?"

"To you."

"How is it applicable to me?"

"On account of your austerity and shyness."

"Why am I austere and shy?"

"Because you are proud."

"Why am I proud?"

"I should like to know: will you be good enough to tell me?"

"Perhaps, because I am poor, for one reason: poverty and pride often go together."

"That is such a nice reason: I should be charmed to discover another that would pair with it. Mate that turtle, Mr. Moore."

"Immediately. What do you think of marrying to sober Poverty many-tinted Caprice?"

"Are you capricious?"

"You are."

"A libel. I am steady as a rock: fixed as the Polar Star."

"I look out at some early hour of the day, and see a fine, perfect rainbow, bright with promise,