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. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. We will beg our bread and our shelter, and our passage on a boat.
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