`` Practically . Of course , there are a great many details he ca n't recall yet -- but he remembers more and more every day . He went out for a walk on the evening after Dick was buried . He had Dick 's money and watch on him ; he meant to bring them home to me , along with my letter . He admits he went to a place where the sailors resorted -- and he remembers drinking -- and nothing else . Anne , I shall never forget the moment he remembered his own name . I saw him looking at me with an intelligent but puzzled expression . I said , ` Do you know me , Dick ? ' He answered , ' I never saw you before . Who are you ? And my name is not Dick . I am George Moore , and Dick died of yellow fever yesterday ! Where am I ? What has happened to me ? ' I -- I fainted , Anne . And ever since I have felt as if I were in a dream . '' `` You will soon adjust yourself to this new state of things , Leslie . And you are young -- life is before you -- you will have many beautiful years yet . '' `` Perhaps I shall be able to look at it in that way after a while , Anne . Just now I feel too tired and indifferent to think about the future .
I 'm -- I 'm -- XXXXX , I 'm lonely .
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