There was a lot of that, John, a great deal of hunger. As soon as he had read it, he let it fall from his grasp. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.
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