‘That was one of my own clever stories. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. He has no imagination, no real generosity. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. ‘How dull it must have been for you, poor little one.
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