I wanted the magic of love. ’ ‘Will you indeed? Truly?’ His smile held so much tenderness, she was tempted to surrender at once. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. You may not know it, but it's easier to find a guy that's gone far than it is when he lays dogo in little old New York. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death.
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