Digital heart book

The ocean might dry up, the rocks melt in
the sun, the stars fall from heaven like autumn apples;
and there was nothing in these incidents to boggle the
philosopher. But the case of the young lady stood upon
a different foundation. Girls were not good enough, or
not good that way, or else they were too good. I was
ready to accept any of these views: all pointed to the
same conclusion, which I was thus already on the point
of reaching, when a fresh argument occurred, and
instantly confirmed it. I could remember the exact
words we had each said; and I had spoken, and she had
replied, in English. Plainly, then, the whole affair
was an illusion: catacombs, and stairs, and charitable
lady, all were equally the stuff of dreams.
I had just come to this determination, when there blew
a flaw of wind through the autumnal gardens; the dead
leaves showered down, and a flight of sparrows, thick
as a snowfall, wheeled above my head with sudden
pipings. This agreeable bustle was the affair of a
moment, but it startled me from the abstraction into
which I had fallen like a summons.


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