” He came and stood on the hearthrug close to her. 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. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. Good riddance. ’ The command was accompanied by an increase of pressure on the wrist he held. Perhaps that sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. " "So it seems," observed the woollen-draper, "and for every one else, too.
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