" He shook his head. . But those days are over—quite over. You see, my riddle is solved. ” His rhythm slowed to a grind. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. Without a struggle he could give up his flesh and blood like that! "I can now give myself to God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in between. " "And why not?" asked Kneebone, eagerly. " "I know a man….
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