“You don’t want to go?” “No. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. You did not see me, I know. “My God!” he said again.
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