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Half a century later I was startled to find the name of Zloczszol in a headline of the Sunday edition of my American paper.
I had married, and was even a grandfather; for after my return to America the world of Bethulah had grown fantastic, stupidly superstitious, and, finally, shadowy and almost unreal. Years and years of happiness had dissipated and obliterated the delicate fragrant dream of spiritual love.