“Then we go on to this place, the Oeschinensee. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last.
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