“Only you are the woman I love, and you are in trouble. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. Two persons possessing a more comfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared.
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