” She declared. “I want to be your friend,” he said. 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. There was a flash and a loud report. "I don't know what his idea was. Suppose our proper place is a shrine. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead.
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