She answered him with another kiss, long and deep. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. Very romantic and all that. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five.
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