He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. But this chap is good wine yet. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. She rose at once with a little exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure. "It is the last," continued the knight, sternly; "and I trust we may never meet again, I have paid you this large sum—not because you are entitled to it, for you have failed in what you undertook to do, but because I desire to be troubled with you no further.
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