I felt his heart. He hesitated for a moment and then he followed her. His lips were tight drawn. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers.
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