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I could not dream of loving you. “DON’T!”
she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. This was an imitation of the noises
made by the carnivora at the Zoological Gardens at feeding-time; the idea was
taken up by prisoner after prisoner until the whole place was alive with barkings,
yappings, roarings, pelican chatterings, and feline yowlings, interspersed with
shrieks of hysterical laughter. ”
A shade of concern darkened Carol Diedermayer’s
face. ’
‘Certainly he is not a friend,’ Melusine agreed, ‘but he has gone, after all. He had a blue
overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer
with its own desk. Her back had stiffened, and
her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. He was asleep. It's only right that his people
should know where he is and what has happened to him. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a
glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a
little hour or two, was gone.
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