He turned round toward her and found her looking at him and standing very still. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. “He’s got almost to like it. I too can see it. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. I have never wept since that day. What else was there lurked in shadows and deep places; if in some mood of reverie it came out into the light, it was presently overwhelmed and hustled back again into hiding. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife.
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