How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. John was acutely focused upon her now, just as she had wanted him to be. In the artificial light her skin had the tint and lustre of a yellow pearl. Simply. The money will last longer, and—it won’t bother you. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger.
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