' That has always haunted me. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. He would have to go on; he would be forced to enact all the obligations he had imposed upon himself. “Wonderful!” “I have always longed for prison service,” said a voice, “always.
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