Manchurian Books

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_"Here all is cold and drear and strange_
_With none who with me tarry,_
_I hope that soon we can arrange_
_To run away and marry."_
The last verse did not scan, exactly, but I wished to use
the word "marry" if possible. It would show, I felt, that things
were really serious and impending. A love affair is only a love
affair, but Marriage is Marriage, and the end of everything.
It was at that moment, 10 o'clock, that the Strange Thing
occurred which did not seem strange at all at the time, but
which developed into so great a mystery later on. Which was to
actualy threaten my reason and which, flying on winged feet, was
to send me back here to school the day after Christmas and put
my seed pearl necklace in the safe deposit vault. Which was very
unfair, for what had my necklace to do with it? And just now,
when I need comfort, it--the necklace--would help to releive my
exile.
Hannah brought me in a cup of hot milk, with a Valentine's
malted milk tablet dissolved in it.
As I stirred it around, it occurred to me that Valentine
would be a good name for Harold.


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