The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. ‘Do not be imbecile. He kissed her at the door.
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