"It is droll," he said. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. There are way-stations—even terminals.
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