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She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. She told you —the truth. ” She said mournfully. " "As in a dream. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he ought to be loved—that I cannot do. Her nerves were shattered, her senses dazed by this unexpected shock. If it was not an actual personal lover, it still might be the lover not yet incarnate, not yet perhaps suspected. ’ ‘Madame la Comtesse,’ put in Melusine, for she had learned much by pumping le pére Saint-Simon, who was acquainted with all the French exiles. She unlaced his pants and slid them down his hips, examining him as he stood before her naked. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world.
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