A shy virgin bride would not press her thigh sinuously against his, nor consent indeed to this clandestine little comedy he had been playing. It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass. He comforted himself, however, with the certainty which he felt of capturing his prey on the Sunday. You see, I’m separated from my wife. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. Before he re-entered the prison, he hesitated from a doubt whether he was not fearfully increasing his risk of capture; but, convinced that he had no other alternative, he went on.
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