" "Trying to. “Let me hasten,” she said, “to reassure you. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. ‘What would you? The nuns they would not believe me, and so it was not possible for me to stay. I didn't mean it.
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