"Crime upon crime. ’ ‘That wasn’t my fault. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. He returned, “Lucy, you knew I didn’t live anywhere near you?” “I was aware. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another.
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