“You know very well that she is selfish and pleasure-loving to the backbone. In truth, she had been quite glad to lose the argument about remaining while the bullet was dug out of Jack’s side. "Oh, Rollo, there are so many things I don't know! But you love me, don't you?" Rollo wagged his stump violently and tried to lick her face. She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato. I shall barely be in time for the theatre. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. They are very good people, you know. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you propose to do about the wench?’ ‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. But underneath this tolerance there is always the vague hope that your manhood will someday reassert itself. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. You would be alarmed of how sulphurous it is, how sickeningly sweet. She also knew that he was the type who would not make a single physical overture until she pushed the correct buttons.
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