It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. "Do you submit?" interrogated Wild. You’ll end up dead, that’s what. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter.
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