His sword-arm fell useless at his side and she knew herself safe. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. “Only so many men neglect their duties.
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