‘A word, if you please, my friend. She was too wrapped up in the sheer joy of playing again; it had 201 been intimate, masturbatory. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. It made me wake up, and there I lay thinking of you, spending your nights up here all alone, and no one to look after you. She began to want to lay her head down on his chest but absolutely denied herself.
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