He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. The thought of beauty became an obsession. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. No one could take the place for anything but what it was, and even Gosse hesitated in the doorway. . " With these words, he tore the mantle from Wood's back, and, perceiving the child, endeavoured to seize it. "Where are you going?" she asked.
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