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A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. “This isn’t furtive,” said Ann Veronica. She delighted in frustrating him. He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. We struggle against it at first, but in the end we have to submit. . She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup.

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