” “How?” “It prevents our marrying. “Not much. “It’s the spring,” he said. And we men would work for them and serve them in loyal fealty. ’ She bit her lip and thought deeply. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. "I did not know … that it was … like that!" She stepped back; but as his hands fell she caught and held them tightly. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers.
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