‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. 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. ‘It is nothing at all of the kind. But she no longer felt Jacomo’s age, even if she looked it. A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. Now how in the world was he to get rid of the husband? His luck was in. “I should really like to find somewhere to stay, if it was only for a few nights. She had never felt so acutely the desire for free initiative, for a life unhampered by others.
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