And the grotesquest fact was that she did not so much loathe, as experience with a quite critical condemnation this strange sensation of being kissed. He took her hand in his, raising it closer, and gently touched the maltreated skin. ’ His friend held it out of the way. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. I don’t want to know.
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