" "Let me touch you, then; let me feel if you are really flesh and blood," cried the poor maniac, creeping towards him on all fours. If he did resemble me, I shouldn't care about him. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. He would have to go on; he would be forced to enact all the obligations he had imposed upon himself.
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