"You will be lost," I said -- "utterly lost."
One gets sometimes such a flash of inspiration, you know. I did say the right thing, though indeed he could not have been more irretrievably lost than he was at this very moment, when the foundations of our intimacy were being laid -- to endure -- to endure -- even to the end -- even beyond.
"I had immense plans," he muttered irresolutely.
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"Yes," said I; "but if you try to shout I'll smash your head with -- " There was not a stick or a stone near. "I will throttle you for good," I corrected myself.
"I was on the threshold of great things," he pleaded, in a voice of longing, with a wistfulness of tone that made my blood run cold. "And now for this stupid scoundrel -- "
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