The fates are never so kind to me. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. It probably still wouldn’t help.
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