The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. In beginning of their marriage Sebastian had maintained a strict monogamy, never upsetting the matrimonial routine. She had turned round sideways, so as to look down into the fire. " There was a pause.
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