This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. On the other hand, there was a subconscious impression that she would be able to read instantly anything unclean in a man's eye. They trudged along a little hungry, because of the fruitarian refreshments, and mentally very active. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter.
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