Some are not so hard-looking as
others, but they are all the same when you touch. If this friend of
yours said so-and-so and so-and-so, indicating that he remembered
all his lost lives, or one piece of a lost life, he would not be in the
bank another hour. He would be what you called sack because he
was mad, and they would send him to an asylum for lunatics. You
can see that, my friend."
"Of course I can, but I wasn't thinking of him. His name need
never appear in the story."
"Ah! I see. That story will never be written. You can try."
"I am going to."
"For your own credit and for the sake of money, of course?"
"No. For the sake of writing the story. On my honor that will be
all."
"Even then there is no chance. You cannot play with the Gods. It is
a very pretty story now. As they say, Let it go on that--I mean at
that. Be quick; he will not last long."
"How do you mean?"
"What I say. He has never, so far, thought about a woman."
"Hasn't he, though!" I remembered some of Charlie's confidences.
"I mean no woman has thought about him.
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