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"What is it?" "The night," she answered. He was entranced as she walked towards him. It was for ever. He kissed her neck, moving down to her breasts, trying to consume her with passion. "As an honest Chinaman. Such an obvious ruse, but the boys and girls would defend their pride to the bitter end, the facade of study groups during rutting season. Occasionally he relit his pipe. Other girls gathered around like sheep. You are more in my power than I am in yours. Sometimes I think you would have been much better off if you had been born in death-worshipping Egypt instead of in the Fourteenth Century. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. Pity you aren’t under my command. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. In the South Seas, money is the eliminated middleman.
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