“And where are YOU going?” he said. Wasn't the river beautiful under the moonlight?" "We did not leave our cabins. 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. Anna stepped back at once with a little gasp of relief. “It is hateful—diabolical!” he exclaimed. And, though it's a long time ago, I feel as sore on the subject as ever.
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