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Mr. 1. 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. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. ” She fought to keep her teeth from chattering. " "What else did you do when alone?" "I read the encyclopaedia. Her steps slowed. Cast off this weakness. I—well, I lost my temper. He had come to Anna’s rooms from a dinner party, and he was in evening dress. ‘We will converse in your own tongue,’ he said in French as he led her away.
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