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And while her son was reconveyed to prison the body of the unfortunate Mrs. Upon this grateful animal she lavished that affection which was subtly repelled by its lawful object. He took his social pleasures once a year in Hong-Kong, after Easter. I wanted the magic of love. It’s a lake among precipices, and there is a little inn where we can stay, and sit and eat our dinner at a pleasant table that looks upon the lake. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. He could not understand how men could live ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. So the charge was dismissed. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think about him, and fail to get away from him? “It isn’t all of me. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason.
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