It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. On Thursday we embark for South America. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat.
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