‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’
Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door,
Roding behind him. The lines about his mouth gradually
softened. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application. He might spend the rest of his days at
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