Aren't we funny? And just as I was beginning to lose faith in human beings, to have someone like this come along! It is almost as if she were acting a rôle, and she isn't. It is Thérèse. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. She could run away from him, if she wished, as she had run away from her father; she could carry out the original adventure. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. “I suppose,” said her father, “I have read at least half the novels that have been at all successful during the last twenty years. A thin line of red appeared in the white neck. Nevertheless, she could not prevent a rising excitement as the dawn of the new life drew near to her—a thrilling of the nerves, a secret and delicious exaltation above the common circumstances of existence. Caliban absolutely crowed with delight.
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