. . “No, don’t interrupt me. ” His voice sounded muffled and heavy, as if he had gone to bed. "We're forgetting," he said. ‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand. "But to the point," continued Wild, unconscious of the peril in which the remark had placed him,—"to the point. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. “Let’s go home.
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