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Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. Did the other girls thank you?” “Not really. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. For such of us as pretend to be wise—and we are but fools in a lesser degree—we know that humanity moves onward only by the impellant of fine dreams. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. She regarded the young man coldly. She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt.
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