“But you’re wrong. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. "No offence, I hope, my dear Mrs. ’ Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat little pair of boots on her feet. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. Here were the passionate lovers! What their past had been he neither cared nor craved to know.
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