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’ Kimble nodded. He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. I don’t care if you’re not a virgin, that’s not how I really am. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. She intercepted the glance the spinsters exchanged, and immediately sensed that she had said too much. A little love from him would be enough.
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