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“I don’t know why. ‘I have Joan to tell me how much I look like Mary. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. 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. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. Talk to her of the new story; divert her; for this day her heart has been twisted sorely.
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