Such is her fancy!
But inside these books are very different. They are printed in cipher,
and in a language I can only understand in my dream. Nothing that I, or
any one else, has ever read in any living book can approach, for
interest and importance, what I read in these. There are seven of them.
I say to myself when I read them: it is perhaps well that I shall not
remember this when I wake, after all!
For I might be indiscreet and injudicious, and either say too much or
not enough; and the world might come to a stand-still, all through me.
For who would fardels bear, as Mary said! No! The world must be content
to wait for the great guesser!
Thus my lips are sealed.
All I know is this: _that all will be well for us all, and of such a
kind that all who do not sigh for the moon will be well content_.
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In such wise have I striven, with the best of my ability, to give some
account of my two lives and Mary's. We have lived three lives between
us--three lives in one.
It has been a happy task, however poorly performed, and all the
conditions of its performance have been singularly happy also.
A cell in a criminal lunatic asylum! That does not sound like a bower in
the Elysian Fields! It is, and has been for me.
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