It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. ” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy.
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