He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. I want you to be my lover. In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress.
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