Certain phases of irony always caused him to chuckle audibly. So that it seemed to her the whole world had changed —the very light of it had changed. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. You have converted me to—Lester Ward! You are my dear friend, you are a slip of a girl, but there are moments when my head has been on your breast, when your heart has been beating close to my ears, when I have known you for the goddess, when I have wished myself your slave, when I have wished that you could kill me for the joy of being killed by you.
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