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Burn your palette and your easel. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. The elemental woman was always close to the cat: as the elemental man was always but a point removed from the wolf. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. She pawed at him, her hunger for his body making her dizzy with anticipation. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. His eyes flashed as he turned towards her.
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