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When I went I was refused admittance. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. I should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for me. What had happened to it? She had broken it, certainly. Something namelessly abhorrent in the eyes of those men…! She knew what arms were for—to fold and embrace and to hold one tightly; but why men wished to kiss women was still a profound mystery. ‘And I trust you will pardon my inadequacies. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. I asked you to go. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure.
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