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"
And
you
really
think
that
was
love
?
"
"
Well
,
it
’
s
what
most
people
mean
by
it
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
No
,
they
don
’
t
,
they
mean
pain
and
anguish
,
shame
,
ecstasy
,
heaven
and
hell
;
they
mean
the
sense
of
living
more
intensely
,
and
unutterable
boredom
;
they
mean
freedom
and
slavery
;
they
mean
peace
and
unrest
.
"
Something
in
the
stillness
with
which
he
listened
to
her
made
her
give
him
a
glance
through
her
eyelashes
.
There
was
a
curious
expression
in
his
eyes
.
She
did
not
know
what
it
meant
.
It
was
as
though
he
were
gravely
listening
to
a
sound
that
came
from
a
long
way
off
.
"
It
doesn
’
t
sound
as
though
it
were
much
fun
,
"
he
murmured
.
She
took
his
smooth
face
in
her
hands
and
kissed
his
lips
.
"
I
’
m
a
fool
,
aren
’
t
I
?
You
see
,
I
still
see
you
as
a
little
baby
boy
that
I
’
m
holding
in
my
arms
.
"
A
twinkle
shone
in
his
eyes
.
"
What
are
you
grinning
at
,
you
ape
?
"
"
It
made
a
damned
good
photograph
,
didn
’
t
it
?
"
