To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. “You see the pointer?” he asked. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. She held up the lamp. “You don’t want to go?” “No.
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