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The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. White,” the lady in black satin remarked. " At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. 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. She uncrossed her legs and lowered herself, carefully and slowly, until she lay supine.
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