“His love-making,” she remarked, “struck me as unconvincing. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. Awkwardly, he closed his eyes and fumbled for a kiss. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love.
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