The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. Her face is shaped funny, real long and skinny, and she has no chin. They vanished through the doorway. His friendship seemed a thing worth having. As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her.
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