" He opened his eyes again. "I've lost my wager. . ‘She’s terrified. She is no longer mine; she is yours. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. That's the job. Not a moment is to be lost. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. "But your threats won't prevent my leaving the room when I please, and as I please.
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