Wood. 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 just wants to get laid, you know. " "Why not?" "I am a thief, a hunted man. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. I—In fact, I dislike him extremely.
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