Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. Stanley. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. Jests are not for seasons like this. So many distresses— so many joys coming at the same time are too much for me.
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