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She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. There’s no family uniting instinct, anyhow; it’s habit and sentiment and material convenience hold families together after adolescence. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. Even though I am going to sing at the ‘Unusual’ you may find that the ‘Alcide,’ whom you knew in Paris does not exist any more. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. John knew better.
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