He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. 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. S. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. “You see,” he said, “it is doubtful if we can ever marry. " And, as he spoke, he took up a sheet of paper, and hastily traced a few lines upon it. I give you the plain, unadulterated truth.
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