The Golden Scarecrow by Sir Hugh Walpole
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tied and bound, the embarrassment of finding that all one's old means of
communication were here useless. How desperate, indeed, would it have been had his Friend not been there, reassuring pervading him, surrounding him, always subduing those sudden inexplicable alarms. He would demand: "When are we going to leave all this?" "Wait. I know it seems absurd to you, but it's commanded you." "Well, but--this is ridiculous. Where are all my old powers I Where are all the others?" "You will understand everything one day. I'm afraid you're very uncomfortable. You will be less so as time passes. Indeed, very soon you will be very happy." "Well, I'm doing my best to be cheerful. But you won't leave me?" "Not so long as you want me." "You'll stay until we go back again!" "You'll never go back again." "Never?" "No." Across the light the nurse advanced. She took him in her arms for a moment, turned his pillows, then layed him down again. As he settled |
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