" "I think I remember reading something about your father in the papers," observed Wood. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. ‘Oh, I don’t wish to marry you. I am five-and-thirty, and I have knocked about in the world and tasted the quality of life.
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