Once more he was the searcher. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. Grasping it firmly with both hands, he quickly wrenched if from the stones in which it was mortised, and leapt to the ground. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine.
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