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‘Yporcrits, ‘yporcritical, ‘yporcrissy

The morning light had no joy for his eyes.

What am I to do when I get there?' she murmured with an intonation so just, with an accent so penetrating - the charm of her voice did not fail her even in whispering - that Heyst seemed to see the illusion of human fellowship on earth vanish before the naked truth of her existence, and leave them both face to face in a moral desert as arid as the sands of Sahara, without restful shade, without refreshing water.

Accidentally read the introduction which spoiled the ending… so annoyed! It’s got a good start though.