But I sent him the longest way about. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. She was bathed in turbid water that had already been used. " "That reminds me he's still at large," returned Ireton.
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