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It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of
methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. She pulled him by his tee shirt, pulling his mouth
to her nipple. He took a
handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him—for both these young
people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon—and kept her hand
for a moment to kiss her finger-tips. Your purpose is done. He told her something about
music, the great world outside. Sheppard. At one
moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore. And now I find, when it is too late,
that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell.
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