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Aunt Jane had her quiet moments. ‘No mistaking you this time. “You must not. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. And after that Alice became remoter than ever, and, after a time, ill. She began to read, and presently she entered another world, and remained in it for two hours. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. ‘The poor girl was thrust into a convent to become a nun. . “Oh, theories! Being in love is a fact. . E.
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