I don’t play anything. O'Higgins returned to town and made a night of it, nothing very wild, nothing very desperate. Maggot. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. The stranger turned his head at the sound.
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