It could not be she who had done this. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. “Soul to soul. The Oriental waterfronts were rank with the stuff. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. I am not prying for my own amusement.
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