Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. “How are you, Lucy?” Martin ran to catch her in the crowded hall. .
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