She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. “The doctor has asked me to give them my reasons—for shooting myself.
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