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Then, naturally, I went on talking. I thought that he was dead. Mother and Son XI. He was twenty-nine at the time, practically an old man. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory.
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