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“If I thought for a moment that there was any chance of a relapse, I should stop here and tell him the truth even now. I told him that I would help stage your kidnapping. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. It had been intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to injury. After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. He remembered it suddenly. God must love me, for he has guided me here. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. Rumors had it he had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled muscles, but those days were long gone. Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired. It is difficult to express these things.
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