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“It’s the stir of spring,” he said. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. “You permitted me then to call you my friend. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. . ” “I don’t want absolution. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. I should never have noticed the miniature at all, if it hadn't been for him.
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