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 air vibrated with the cries of insects. Nick, kiss me, kiss me, she called to him in silence. The sound of the fountain grew faint as they walked, the servants' radio grew loud.

Her hand brushed against his as if by accident. He caught it lightly, swung it, let it go.

He has led me to the edge of ecstasy, she thought.

They turned. The sound of the radio was drowned in the loud cool splashing of the fountain.

Nick, kiss me, kiss me. Her delicate slippers