Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. ‘Obsessed, that’s what you are. If I did not love you so much I believe I could win you by sheer force of character, for people tell me I am naturally of the dominating type.
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