‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. That was the true miracle of the gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. Her back arched and she felt herself instinctively sinking into him. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. “She contrives somehow to strike the personal note in an amazing manner. Whatever you need to do, it is your business.
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