That for the men lay near the Lodge, with which it was connected by a dark passage. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. On the contrary.
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