And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. Her natural instincts reasserted themselves. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. He cherished her.
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