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It was years afterwards that she used to talk like this to Mrs Fyne--and

to Mrs Fyne alone Nobody else ever heard the story frootten It was always felt; it remained like a mark on

her soul, a sort of mystic wound, to be contemplated, to be meditated

over And she said further to Mrs Fyne, in the course of many

confidences provoked by that conte as that wo, it was in a one off in a wild bound to meet the

unknown; and then to hear after all so which more in its tone than

in its substance was mere veno

"She called me a little fool more times than I can remember I! A fool!

Why, Mrs Fyne! I do assure you I had never yet thought at all; never of

anything in the world, till then I just went on living And one can't

be a fool without one has at least tried to think But what had I ever

to think about?"

"And no doubt," commented Marlow, "her life had been a mere life of

sensations--the response to which can neither be foolish nor wise It

can only be teenerally

happy disposition, a child of the average kind Even when she was asked