"He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. Jingling hoofthuds. Perfumed bodies, warm, full. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds.
- Jack, love!
- Darling!
- Kiss me, Reggy!
- My boy!
- Love!" (U8.641)
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