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 -- Anne , I 'm lonely . I miss Dick . Is n't it all very strange ? Do you know , I was really fond of poor Dick -- George , I suppose I should say -- just as I would have been fond of a helpless child who depended on me for everything . I would never have admitted it -- I was really ashamed of it -- because , you see , I had hated and despised Dick so much before he went away . When I heard that Captain Jim was bringing him home I expected I would just feel the same to him . But I never did -- although I continued to loathe him as I remembered him before . From the time he came home I felt only pity -- a pity that hurt and wrung me . I supposed then that it was just because his accident had made him so helpless and changed .
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