He was so civilized! It struck him suddenly that they had nothing in common--not a thought, not a feeling; he could not make clear to her the simplest motive of any act of his.

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and he could not live without her.
The courageous man who stood facing Babalatchi gasped unexpectedly with a gasp that was half a groan.

This little matter of her veiling herself against his wish acted upon him like a disclosure of some great disaster.