One of Our Conquerors — Volume 2 by George Meredith
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and so paralyzed his arm, that he had to cover the continued junction by
saying more than he intended: 'If they come to an understanding!' 'Plain enough on one side.' 'You think it suitable?' 'Perfection; and well-planned to let them discover it.' 'This is really my favourite route; I love the saltwater and the night on deck.' 'Go on.' 'How?' 'Number your loves. It would tax your arithmetic.' 'I can hate.' 'Not me?' Positively the contrary, an impulsive squeeze of fingers declared it; and they broke the link, neither of them sensibly hurt; though a leaf or two of the ingenuities, which were her thoughts, turned over in the phantasies of the lady; and the gentleman was taught to feel that a never so slightly lengthened compression of the hand female shoots within us both straight and far and round the corners. There you have Nature, if you want her naked in her elements, for a text. He loved his Nataly truly, even fervently, after the twenty years of union; he looked about at no other woman; it happened only that the touch of one, the chance warm touch, put to motion the blind forces of our mother so remarkably |
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