The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid streets. By this time, he had apparently accomplished all he desired; for moving the bottle out of Jack's reach, he appropriated it entirely to his own use, leaving the devoted lad to the care of the females.
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