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Chapter 24

           "Remorse!Haveyouneverheardofit,Geoffrey?Neithermedicinenorsurgeryareofanyavail—itis‘thewormthatdiethnot,andtheflamethatcannotbequenched.’Tut!—letusnottalkofit—noonecancureme—noonewill!Iampasthope!"

           "Butremorse—ifyouhaveit,andIcannotpossiblyimaginewhy,foryouhavesurelynothingtoregret—isnotaphysicalailment!"Isaidwonderingly.

           "Andphysicalailmentsaretheonlyonesworthtroublingabout,youthink?"hequeried,stillsmilingthatstrainedandhaggardsmile—"Thebodyisourchiefcare—wecossetit,andmakemuchofit,feeditandpamperit,andguarditfromsomuchasapin-prickofpainifwecan—andthusweflatterourselvesthatalliswell—allmustbewell!Yetitisbutaclaychrysalis,boundtosplitandcrumblewiththegrowthofthemoth-soulwithin—themoththatflieswithblindinstinctivenessstraightintotheUnknown,andisdazzledbyexcessoflight!Lookouthere,"—hewentonwithanabruptandsofterchangeoftone—"Lookoutatthedreamfulshadowybeautyofyourgardensnow!Theflowersareasleep—thetreesaresurelygladtobedisburdenedofallthegaudyartificiallampsthatlatelyhungupontheirbranches—thereistheyoungmoonpillowingherchinontheedgeofalittlecloudandsinkingtosleepinthewest—amomentagotherewasalatenightingaleawakeandsinging.

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