And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. Still, that leaves over a million shrines short, not reckoning widows who re-marry. “By Jove!” he broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. A struggle of the most terrific kind now ensued. They were headed by an athleticlooking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed with a cutlass, which he waved over his head to cheer on his companions. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets.
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