I have nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess that no one can ever believe this narrative, in the reading, more than I have believed it in the writing.

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“I never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys a…”

“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the …”

“My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should…”