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I want you to be my lover. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. A bobbing lantern,
crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. ”
He shook his head, and his eyes and the mouth under the black mustache
wrinkled with his smile. "Fire! That was what drew me to you in
the beginning. And there was another matter. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where
still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the
Wastrel's passage. She almost sprang to her feet. One day I can be a Gothic chick,
and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth. Manning think?” said her
aunt. "Do you call this frantic glee happiness?"
"It's all the happiness I have known for years," returned the widow, becoming
suddenly calm, "and it's short-lived enough, as you perceive.
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