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Until this instant, he discovered, he had thought of Melusine’s plan only in a nebulous fashion, a naïve girl’s dream. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. His feet would have the firm texture of his hands. “Not a bit. All who lived there aspired to be something greater, all who lived there had hope, even the slaves! Oh, Lucia, if you could have seen the Parthenon, or attended the plays at the Athaneum, you would know why I loved it there. “Lucy, I have to talk to you. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence.
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