“Here we are, living in the same suburb,” he began. ‘Me, I have a name. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one
leg after another. "
"'The avenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer'," said Wood, who was
culling for himself certain texts from the scriptures. Had Valade been to see him? Possibly even yesterday when he
was followed by some young lad—and the girl, of course. "Eh-day! what's this?" cried Wood, looking up from beneath his spectacles. She
looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were
weighted with every sin in the calendar. Besides, I would tear out my tongue rather than let it speak her
mother's infamy. The silence grew
unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\"
\"My surname? You mean my last name?\"
\"Yes. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was
within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly
conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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