She shook her head. She wedged the towel between her legs. "You have betrayed me," said he, in a deep whisper, to his companion; "but you shall reap the reward of your treachery. Oh! that Mr. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to mingle with his own. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. I thought about how insensitive my behavior was and even though I don’t think that I was being antiSemitic on purpose, I can see how dumb I was being. The truth was impossible, indecent.
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