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And, for a boy of eight, those cold and haunted hours must have seemed endless from ten o'clock to four in the morning, when he crept back to his own corner of the night nursery. He possessed, you see, courage as well as faith and imagination. Yet the name of the little man was nothing more formidable than "Winky!" "You might have known he wouldn't hurt you, Teresa," he said.
"We should lose this," she exclaimed; "there's none of this ... in heaven! The earth, the earth, the dear, beautiful earth, with you ... and Winky ... is what I want!"
"Why, Winky, you, you little wretch, you took care of that all right." "But, Ranny, if you cared for me, why did you marry her?" "Because I was mad and she was mad, and we neither of us knew what we were doing. It was something that got hold of us." "Aren't you mad now, Ranny?" "Rather! But I know what I'm doing all the same. I didn't know when I married Violet."
And it was then she uttered the simple phrase that utterly confounded him, and showed him the new heaven and new earth wherein he and she and Winky already lived. "I am as God now," she said simply, the whole passion of a clean, strong little soul behind the words. "You have made me so! You love me!" The same moment, before they could speak or act, Skale was upon them from behind with a roar.
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