His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. “Ye Gods!” she said at last. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and admiration. He was tall and straight, and his expression was good. The queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. "One of us has got to die," he panted.
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