"I leave this bowl for you," he cried, returning it to the landlord untasted. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. A white man takes his life in his hands. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. What you would look upon as immorality is here merely an established custom, three thousand years older than Christianity, accepted with no more ado than that which would accompany you should you become a clerk in a shop.
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