” “Oh! but you ARE splendid and open and fearless! As if I couldn’t allow! What are all these little things? Nothing! Nothing! You can’t sully yourself. The turning of the key startled her, but she did not see how she could make an objection. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. ” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. Except for a few early ebullitions of passion, natural to a warm and romantic disposition, and leaving no harmful after-effects—ebullitions that by the standards of the higher truth I feel no one can justly cast a stone at, and of which I for one am by no means ashamed—I come to you a pure and unencumbered man.
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