’ ‘Precisely. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. ‘But I was not there. Her hair and voice and figure are as yours used to be.
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