I call myself a man of the world, a man of many experiences, but I never knew what love meant—until I met your sister. She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. He did make her perceive something of the acute, tormenting desire for her that had arisen in him and possessed him.
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