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You didn't think to see me so soon again, Miss Hermia, I'll be bound--nor I you! began Varrel, with a dim smile, but speaking more clearly and strongly than Hermia would have thought possible for one in his condition.
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However, here I am, and there's no help for it. It was the money that was the cause of it--the money you brought me. A sort of Nemesis. They--the men my life has been mixed up with of late--found out somehow I had it about me. The wonder is they left any life in me at all. But it's not for long. I know that I'm booked for the journey for which no return tickets are issued. Well, I'm not sorry--on my soul, I'm not!--that the end has come. But it was to talk about something very different that I sent for you, for since I've been lying here, I've made up my mind to tell all I know.