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 she had definitely sold her emotions by false pretense. On several occasions he thought that she had deceived him. However, as he was a man of letters, he could afford to analyse his own mind objectively.

"Anyway, the time has passed. She already belongs to another!" he inwardly screamed as he walked along, and he tore his hair.

He wore a striped serge business suit with a straw hat; and he went down the slope bending forward slightly and using a walking stick of wisteria vine. It was mid-September. Although the lingering heat was still unbearable, the sky was filled with a serene autumnal tinge, and the strikingly deep blue color stirred the man's feelings.