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‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. Never be downhearted. He had studied alchemy and astronomy, was a capable painter, and even wrote music. She was too wrapped up in the sheer joy of playing again; it had 201 been intimate, masturbatory. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. When you don’t have any fingers left, I take a toe. “Well,” she said.
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