And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. You might even tire of me by then, you know. Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or prospered equally. He lowered himself onto her and entered her slowly, an inch at a time.
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