"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. Am I mistaken? Is your heart mine?" "It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck. " "Never to return," remarked Jack, gloomily. We won’t drag you away until you’ve been through the place from top to bottom. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!" Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger. Seemed like he knew so much—more than me, miss.
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