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"Not as I loved mine. “Flesh and flowers are all alike to me. He took her hands firmly in his and raised them to his lips. And in this fact lay his danger. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. ‘Trespasses,’ supplied Gerald.
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