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~ I notice her coming towards me; she
is coming with sails spread, the large full face beautifully blanced on
the long, columnar neck...The whole being was concentrated in the face.
I could have taken just the head and walked home with it; I could have
put it beside me at night on a pillow, and made love to it. The mouth and
the eyes, when they opened up, the whole being glowed from them...The smile
was so painfully swift and fleeting that it was like the flash of a knife.
This smile, this face, was borne aloft on a long white neck, the sturdy,
swan-like neck of the medium-- and of the lost and the damned ~
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