And Mr. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his
heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. We two just love each other—the real, identical other—all the
time. He could not understand how men could live
ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality
and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that
began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. He was by no means certain that she
would not in fact attempt to blow off his head as she had threatened. They sat in the front row. He heard the panting of the
donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains.
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