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 suddenly lift themselves about his shoulder and cling there. He could feel the warmth of her body close against his own. He could see the misty red of the mouth and the perfect line of the up-poised chin. He was conscious only of an infinite want, as he leaned closer to that mingled warmth and fragrance. His lips met hers, and all thought of time and place and the world slipped away from them.