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She was reasonably certain why. After all there are other things. He’s waiting. ‘I live in Kent. ’ She shook her head. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. I struck him across the mouth, and across the eyes. “No! I want to do without that. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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