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“I like you very much John. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. "But what, may I ask, arouses the thought?" The doctor was in high good humour. He noted that she was fully dressed, that her hair was carefully done, that there was a knotted ribbon around her throat. “Should I leave? Sounds like she is running out of food. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy.
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