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He was thinking of the grape arbor in Kingston, of summer twilight and the murmur of voices darkening into silence as he approached, who meant them, her, no harm; who meant her less than harm, good God; darkening into the pale whisper of her white dress, of the delicate and urgent mammalian whisper of that curious small flesh which he had not begot and in which appeared to be vatted delicately some seething sympathy with the blossoming grape.
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He
was
thinking
of
the
grape
arbor
in
Kingston,
of
summer
twilight
and
the
murmur
of
voices
darkening
into
silence
as
he
approached,
who
meant
them,
her,
no
harm;
who
meant
her
less
than
harm,
good
God;
darkening
into
the
pale
whisper
of
her
white
dress,
of
the
delicate
and
urgent
mammalian
whisper
of
that
curious
small
flesh
which
he
had
not
begot
and
in
which
appeared
to
be
vatted
delicately
some
seething
sympathy
with
the
blossoming
grape.
