A slender young man,
wearing glasses, appeared from the shadow of the nearest van. She held out her hand
frankly. They agreed
to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the
communal trunk. Where the devil have you hidden all those
weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. If a certain kink in your sense of honour will not
permit you to go to her as a lover, go to her as a comrade. ‘At last,’ he cried, ‘I have found
you!’ He would listen to nothing. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application.
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