In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. They had always gone without because of their secret lifestyle. "He's about to cross the river. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence.
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