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And then they disgorged. ‘You are mad,’ Gosse uttered, and only just had time to get himself up from the floor. Sheppard, averting her face to hide her tears. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. And then: “Of course! Always. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly.
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