It was a pitiful surrender to agitation, but my being aware of this had somehow no power to restore me. The end he had been born to serve yet did not see had led him to escape by an unseen path and now it beckoned to him once more and a new adventure was about to be opened to him. Was it right to kiss his mother or wrong to kiss his mother? What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother put her face down. "I was sure, at any rate," she added, "that he didn't.
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