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“I would give my life for you. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Stop it. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. ’ He looked the girl up and down. His hand went with an almost instinctive inquiry to his jawbone again. Down under the incalculable selfishness of the penitent child there was the man's uneasy recollection of Judas. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed.
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