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Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. But behind these things which you have said to me there must be others of which I know nothing. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. She wanted to kiss his feet. "The part was crooked," she explained. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. Rhea’s head exploded into a spray of blood, brain, and bone.
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