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“I mean to go to that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won’t reason. Sometimes a whole morning would pass without Spurlock uttering a word beyond the request for a drink of water. Joyous, she felt the need of physical expression; and her body began to sway sinuously, to glide and turn and twist about the room. I wished to control the weather, to possess infinite wealth, and to understand the substances of the earth. Ramage!” she began, and his mouth sealed hers and his breath was mixed with her breath. “Of course it is, Anna. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. “What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation.
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