efore with so much passion, h
ould not, could not, and in realit
lid not want to know, He gent
laid the head back on the table. His
eyes followed the moving flashlight,
passing along the dead body. Was it
her body? — the wonderful, alluring
body for which, only yesterday, he
had felt suc
nizing desire? Fri¬
delin t
forehead, th#
hee
oft
mpellec
visible power.
1
bout those of
as they werc,
0 make an ef
his hand. In¬
ata vague and
lerneath her
agically at¬
ily he heard a volce behind
hat on earth are
he shad
ly beito hir
nicht,
deomsd to
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ve
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A
Ne.
Dream N
by Artbur Schnitzler
with illustrations by Donia Nachsben
Constable Publisbers- London
1928
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