’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. At this moment, the bell began to toll in a peculiar manner, announcing the approach of the corpse. I didn't understand then, but I do now. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. To love in such a way, it is excessively selfish. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit.
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