It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. She was given a glimpse of his soul. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle.
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