She held out her arms to him and smiled. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self.
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