“Do come and cheer me up. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. ‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. Spurling, drily. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. He felt himself collapse heavily onto her naked body, still inside her.
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