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A Poor Wise Man

"Certainly not."
"Come here."
Sometimes she went, to be smothered in his hot embrace; sometimes she did
not.
But her infatuation persisted, although there were times when his inordinate
vitality and his caresses gave her a sense of physical weariness, times when
sheer contact revolted her. He seemed always to want to touch her. Fastidiously
reared, taught a sort of aloofness from childhood, Lily found herself wondering if
all men in love were like that, always having to be held off.
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