“John, you were never bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. She was not afraid exactly, but there was that about her loneliness to-night she distrusted. I throw up work—everything! I just teach in one school, one good school, three days a week. ‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend. She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato.
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