I had never seen George Moore , you know . I remember now that Dick once mentioned casually that he had a cousin in Nova Scotia who looked as much like him as a twin ; but the thing had gone out of my memory , and in any case I would never have thought it of any importance . You see , it never occurred to me to question Dick 's identity . Any change in him seemed to me just the result of the accident . `` Oh , Anne , that night in April when Gilbert told me he thought Dick might be cured ! I can never forget it . It seemed to me that I had once been a prisoner in a hideous cage of torture , and then the door had been opened and I could get out . I was still chained to the cage but I was not in it . And that night I felt that a merciless hand was drawing me back into the cage -- back to a torture even more terrible than it had once been . I did n't blame Gilbert . I felt he was right . And he had been very good -- he said that if , in view of the expense and uncertainty of the operation , I should decide not to risk it , he would not blame me in the least . But I knew how I ought to decide -- and I could n't face it . All night I walked the floor like a mad woman , trying to compel myself to face it . I could n't , Anne -- I thought I could n't -- and when morning broke I set my teeth and resolved that I WOULD N'T . I would let things remain as they were . It was very wicked , I know . It would have been just punishment for such wickedness if I had just been left to abide by that decision . I kept to it all day . That afternoon I had to go up to the Glen to do some shopping .
It was one XXXXX Dick 's quiet , drowsy days , so I left him alone .
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