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Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. “As I have explained many a time, Lucia, the maladies of the blood and flesh do not afflict us. In a second the glass lay shattered upon the carpet. “You must not think of me as one. “I’m a big boy, you know. “I have a letter for him from his brother, which I was just leaving. Then, when the tension was getting unendurable, and she was on the verge of speaking to some casual passer-by and demanding help, her follower vanished. These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here on your shoulder for my petals. “There’s no one here except me.
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