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He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. “I want to make love for the first time tonight. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. The door popped open with a sigh. They either ran to see or ran for shelter. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. It should be the happiest day of your life, and I would not detract from its happiness by letting you remember for a moment that there are others to whom your inevitable decision must bring some pain. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. Lucy auditioned on a borrowed violin. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until high up in the twenties. But think of the disillusionment! Except for our sex we have minds like men, desires like men. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again. You understand what I mean.
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