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door, you begged me to await your return here, assuring me you would not
detain me five minutes. “There is something to be said for the lady-like theory after all,” she admitted. Her fancy dress, save for
the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered
ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. "Whatever you say—you, behind those stars there, if you are
a God. . Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if
impatient of restraint. 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. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real
for Ann Veronica.
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