She savored the sweetness of his lips, all of his great youth and passion and longed for his innocence, his complete lack of the knowledge of terrible things. But they would not be denied. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols.
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