It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. ’ He held his hands out of the way, surrendering his chest for her assault. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh.
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