But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. Rowland felt himself sinking beneath the powerful grasp of his enemy. Besides, it did not fit her well, which was why the loose wimple had slipped.
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