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Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. . In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. ” “I hope,” he answered, looking at her in some surprise, “that we shall have many more such to think about. “I suppose my levity is incorrigible. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. \" He had caught her in a moment of weakness; the hunger had made her emotional! She felt a terrible warmth surge from her loins.
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