‘Gérard, do not go,’ she cried, breathless. The contact is disturbing; and we prefer going around the fact to facing it. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. “Here, dis is for you.
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