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. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. "The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood.
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