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"He seems infatuated about the lad," observed Wild. ’ ‘That is what you thought of me. The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. It doesn't annoy me; it only disturbs me. The guards had great difficulty in preserving a clear passage without resorting to severe measures, for the tide, which poured upon them behind, around, in front, and at all sides, was almost irresistible. Besides, I do not want a price on my head. She shivered, more due to his presence than the changing weather. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. There must be something, one feels, in ideas that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness.
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