She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. "Please tell me whenever I am at fault. 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. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. You are captain of your soul; don't forget your Henley. E below.
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