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That is my real milieu, and one that I am convinced you would not only adorn but delight in. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea what it means beyond what she has read in novels. For so far she had kept it uncashed. She has blue eyes, and her figure is more full. "You're only twenty—not legally of age. Am I mistaken? Is your heart mine?" "It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments.
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