’ He held out his hand to help the girl descend. Anna stood on the step and looked up and down the street for a hansom. And then you go—and half throttle me. She gloried in it: he needed her. He said that for him beauty justified life, that he could not imagine a good action that was not a beautiful one nor any beautiful thing that could be altogether bad. He carried a small bag.
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