Every now and then her general presence became radiantly dazzling in his eyes; she would appear in the street coming toward him, a surprise, so fine and smiling and welcoming was she, so expanded and illuminated and living, in contrast with his mere expectation. 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. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. “The fellow seems to know your name, Miss Pellissier, and that you have lived in Paris. He could not quite make her out; a new type. It was a habit of his to talk to himself. But I expect him back every minute. . There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike. He laughed suddenly, and released her. I want to shout! I want to sing! I am glad! I am glad to be alive because you are alive! I am glad to be a woman because you are a man! I am glad! I am glad! I am glad! I thank God for life and you. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly.
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