I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. “Let your friends act for you. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. ‘You are jealous!’ ‘Yes,’ he agreed simply. He knows everything.
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