It was cheating, pitiful cheating. Stay where you are, Mr. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. 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. Then he threw the letter at me. Their small talk continued.
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