Not
entirely. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a
glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a
little hour or two, was gone. "How very like it is!"
"Not so strange, surely," laughed Thames, "that a picture should resemble the
person for whom it's intended. "
"Poh! poh!" rejoined Ireton; "it was mere idle boasting. Every slight action is influenced
by what he imagines would be the opinion of other people. I’m not a psycho. When I examined you for ‘ill
humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body,
to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would
give you pleasure. She floundered deep. “You are magnificent,” she said, “but the steel of your truth is a little
oversharpened. ’
‘She?’ scoffed Martha. He was a shy boy
outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in
which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of
lover. But he afterwards acted upon the suggestion. Your life is like a funeral March. Firmly built, as it was, the bridge creaked in such a manner with their
contending efforts, that Abraham durst not venture beyond the door, where he
stood, holding the light, a horrified spectator of the scene.
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