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Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. Her specialty is the central thing in life, it is life itself, the warmth of life, sex—and love. Sebastian leapt down into the crypt. And she, she in her own person too, was this eternal Bios, beginning again its recurrent journey to selection and multiplication and failure or survival. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility.
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