And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes.
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