It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold. " "The Dawn Pearl! Odd, but we white folks aren't half so poetical as the yellow or the black.
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