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It was the beginning of June. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time. I need only just jump up and throw myself upon you. "And someday let him care for me!" She sprang up, alarmed. What hotel should she go to? If she told a cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she required. “Soul to soul.
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