"Are you his ghost, then?" "No—no," answered Jack. They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. ’ He scratched his chin as if he thought about it, but covertly kept a careful study of what he could see of her face. Let her have her own way in all things, for she will always be just. ‘Give me an opportunity to open my mouth, and I will. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. She gazed steadily out of the window at that arc of glittering lights.
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