"Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself. Goopes, who had at first been a little reserved, resorted presently to the Socratic method to restrain the young man with the orange tie, and bent his forehead over him, and brought out at last very clearly from him that the body was only illusion and everything nothing but just spirit and molecules of thought. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. I do not admit the truth of a word which you have said.
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