And George Farr had the town$$$ the earth$$$ the world to himself and his sorrow. Music came faint as a troubling rumor beneath the spring night$$$ sweetened by distance: a longing knowing no ease. (Oh God$$$ oh God!) At last George Farr gave up trying to

And George Farr had the town$$$ the earth$$$ the world to himself and his sorrow. Music came faint as a troubling rumor beneath the spring night$$$ sweetened by distance: a longing knowing no ease. (Oh God$$$ oh God!) At last George Farr gave up trying to see her. He had phoned vainly and time after time$$$ at last the telephone became the end in place of the means: he had forgotten why he wanted to reach her. Finally he told himself that he hated her$$$ that he would go away; finally he was going to as much pains to avoid her as he had been to see her. So he slunk about the streets like a criminal$$$ avoiding her$$$ feeling his his very heart stop when he did occasionally see her unmistakable body from a distance. And at night he lay sleepless and writhing to think of her$$$ then to rise and don a few garments and walk past her darkened house$$$ gazing in slow misery at the room in which he knew she lay$$$ soft and warm$$$ in intimate slumber$$$ then to return to home and bed to dream of her brokenly.