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At one minute she had liked him tremendously—
ah, she had nearly loved him.
In the next he had become
a thing of indifference to her,
an insolent and efficiently
humiliated man.
ah, she had nearly loved him.
In the next he had become
a thing of indifference to her,
an insolent and efficiently
humiliated man.
Anthony Patch had no great self-reproach—
some, of course, but there were other things
dominant in him now, far more urgent.
He was not so much in love with Gloria
as mad for her.
Unless he could have her near him again,
kiss her, hold her close and acquiescent,
he wanted nothing more from life.
By her three minutes of utter
unwavering indifference the girl had
lifted herself from a high but somehow
casual position in his mind,
kiss her, hold her close and acquiescent,
he wanted nothing more from life.
By her three minutes of utter
unwavering indifference the girl had
lifted herself from a high but somehow
casual position in his mind,
to be instead his complete preoccupation.
However much his wild thoughts varied
between a passionate desire for her kisses
and an equally passionate craving to hurt
and mar her, the residue of his mind craved
in finer fashion to possess the triumphant soul
that had shone through those three minutes.
She was beautiful—but especially
she was without mercy.
However much his wild thoughts varied
between a passionate desire for her kisses
and an equally passionate craving to hurt
and mar her, the residue of his mind craved
in finer fashion to possess the triumphant soul
that had shone through those three minutes.
She was beautiful—but especially
she was without mercy.
He must own that strength
that could send him away.
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