Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. It is not for myself I fear. You will stop at once. The stench is everywhere. ‘Until today.
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