It’s—Mrs. Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. "If I spoke to him, my interest might be misinterpreted. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. He smiled tenderly. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself. Besides, your remark is not in the least complimentary. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. Henceforth, I utterly throw off the yoke you have laid upon me.
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