\"You’lldothatanywaywhenyourtimecomes，Bickley，Imeandecease，ofcourse，\"interruptedBastin。\"Andwhoknows，perhapsallthisisanopportunitygivenbyProvidencetoopenyoureyes，which，Imustsay，aresingularlyblind。Youthinkyouknoweverythingthereistolearn，butthefactisthatliketherestofus，youknownothingatall，andgoodmanthoughyouare，obstinatelyrefusetoadmitthetruthandtoseeksupportelsewhere。FormypartIbelievethatyouareafraidoffallinginlovewiththatGlitteringLadyandofbeingconvincedbyherthatyouarewronginyourmostunsatisfactoryconclusions。\"
\"Iamout—votedanyway，\"saidBickley，\"andfortherest，Bastin，lookafteryourselfandleavemealone。IwilladdthatonthewholeIthinkyouarebothright，andthatitiswisestforustostopwhereweare，forafterallwecanonlydieonce。\"
\"Iamnotsosure，Bickley。Thereisathingcalledtheseconddeath，whichiswhatistroublingthatoldscoundrel，Oro。NowI
willgoandlookforthosebooks。\"
Sotheideaofflightwasabandoned，althoughIadmitthateventomyselfithadattractions。ForIfeltthatIwasbeingwrappedinanetofmysteriesfromwhichIsawnoescape。Yes，andofmorethanmysteries；IwhohadswornthatIwouldneverlookuponanotherwoman，waslearningtolovethissweetandwondrousYva，andofthatwhatcouldbetheend？