And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. “Mine is a primitive and unstudied manner.
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