“Come on in, Michelle. "Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. And here she was—in a mess because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. Those I don’t mind, though, the games. That night in his den he smoked many pipes. 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. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold. 1.
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