’ ‘Do you take me for a fool, Hilary?’ demanded his betrothed. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven.
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