Her heartbeat quickened. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. She moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing against her panties under her skirt. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat and other viands, with a flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began to eat and drink voraciously. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. Oh, I’ve loved love, dear! I’ve loved love and you, and the glory of you; and the great time is over, and I have to go carefully and bear children, and—take care of my hair—and when I am done with that I shall be an old woman. Do not avoid me if we meet by accident, but I trust to you all not to let the accident happen if you can help it. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery. “It is not that. " He did not pause to consider how she had learned that he had imagination; he comprehended only the direct challenge.
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