He looked about for his hat, and put it on. ” He crossed himself and grinned. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry that was half-scream and half-howl. " This strong feeling of remorse having found a natural vent, in some degree subsided, and he addressed himself to his present situation. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Morality is a point of view.
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