"
They walked on up the dingy street into which they had come, and for
some time nothing more was said. Maurice recognized that it was idle to
attempt to reply to the charge of his companion. He had made it to
himself and succumbed to it; but now that another stated it, he
instinctively found himself refusing to yield. He repeated to himself
that he was not trying to befool his conscience, but merely acting with
human sanity.
Presently they came into a dusky court, and crossing it, found
themselves at the door of an ill-smelling tenement house. Here Ashe
turned suddenly, and faced his friend, his face full of strange
excitement.
"Do you suppose," he said, in a voice which, though low, was full of
feeling, "that I do not know how absorbing a thing it is to give up
life to a woman? Here I am, when she is nothing to me, when I do not
mean ever to see her again, going into this place simply because here
she was half a minute in my arms, because here for two minutes she
looked at me as her preserver. It is sin, and I know it; but it is too
strong for me."
"But, Phil," Maurice exclaimed in astonishment, "there is surely no
harm in going to see a sick woman.
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