She went from period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music were equally balanced. . The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. She did not think for one moment what interpretation he might put upon the word “lover. When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. Gazing at her with eyes blinded with tears, he imprinted one brotherly kiss upon her lips.
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