"I have dreamed that I shall see him before I die," she rejoined. She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar streets. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. \" Cathy poured her a glass. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone. The chief influence was her awakening sense of the need of money. Arrived in the plantation she sat down with her back against a tree trunk. The blue jaws suggested courage and tenacity. “You cannot seriously believe,” he said, “that at the present moment I care a snap of the fingers whether I have any dinner or not. Not like my father. It does sound a little horrid to talk so much about oneself and to have views.
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