He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. Not about girls that I date. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. On the contrary, it was impossible to look at him without perceiving that his resolution was unshaken. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish.
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