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There is a small yewtree west of the church. But Miss Mary and me—’ Melusine looked up as the woman broke off again. Just as I might have killed another, if he had come out. ’ Exasperated, Gerald glared at her. He leaned forward, and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, and it seemed to him that she sang back to him with a sudden note of something like passion breaking here and there through the gay mocking words which flowed with such effortless and seductive music from her lips. Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black across the front of a high close-drawn collar. Understand me. I love you—unendurably. “We’re going to be sensible. Bodies! Bodies! Horrible things! We are souls.
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