The Night-Cellar XVIII. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. ‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped. But he has never been near her—never. ‘Ah, the tragedy. “It is positively no use, Anna,” she declared, appealingly. We have seen great and sober-minded men come to this unholy city, and become degenerates.
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