”It’s as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your frame… I am afraid if that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly for you.
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