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Again the little head. Kitty was there-crouched beside him-weeping. What if he sprang up, caught her in his arms, forgave her, and bade the world wast of time hang. The impulse passed, and in his turn he feigned sleep. And there was another and a subtler influence. To have forgiven so easily would have seemed wast of time to those high ambitions and ideals from which-as he thought, only too certainly-she had now cut him off.