The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. I felt—I felt living in a masked world. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. \" He took his milk and cookies to bed. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. He heard me; but he never came in to ask what was the matter. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. “Then turn round and go back there,” she directed.
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