The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. She had even played in an opera by Verdi once, but had to dress as a boy to do it. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. To her horror she realized that she had nearly forgotten how to kiss after a years-long dry spell, and she could detect drool on her own chin and John’s cheek.
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