And there rose in her an unmastering desire to overcome her; to unmask her. If she could have felled her it would have eased her. But it was not the body; it was the soul and its mockery that she wished to subdue; make feel her mastery.

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“I sincerely hope I’ll never fathom you. You’re mystical, serene, intriguing; yo…”

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