I think you, Lawless, are likely to make that mistake. Something would have passed, in life, between us; if nothing had passed, one of us would have moved. It flickered once and went out, forgotten, lost. His father's whistle, his mother's mutterings, the screech of an unseen maniac were to him now so many voices offending and threatening to humble the pride of his youth.
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