But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. It was a different world. Furiously, she dashed his hands away. There was no past, no future, only this exhilarating present. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps.
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