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A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. His appetite was perfectly Gargantuan. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. When she finally did take her own lover, it was not with a member of the household staff. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. Then her eyes flashed. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him.
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