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The last piece was Scheherazade. ” “So it would have been at the English Embassy,” Courtlaw answered, “but the place to which you went was not the English Embassy. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. She is no longer mine; she is yours. 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. ’ I wanted, as I have never wanted before, to take you up, to make you mine, to carry you off and set you apart from all the strain and turmoil of life.
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