" "I shall go mad myself if I listen to her longer," said Jack, attempting to rise. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of thing; that’s my idea. Morality is a point of view. ” It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its quaint colouring, and the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and unexpected places. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness.
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