‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one side. There is something sensual in the thought of lotus flowers. You have converted me to—Lester Ward! You are my dear friend, you are a slip of a girl, but there are moments when my head has been on your breast, when your heart has been beating close to my ears, when I have known you for the goddess, when I have wished myself your slave, when I have wished that you could kill me for the joy of being killed by you. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly limited. I came in by the vestry, and we will go out that way again. In 2001, the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations.
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