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what a kiss ht be And so, it wasall ith electric war her And she slept

deeply, sweetly, oh, so sweetly In the rant and firm and full

They continued to be lovers, in the first wondering state of

unrealization Ursula told nobody; she was entirely lost in her

oorld

Yet soe affectation made her seek for a spurious

confidence She had at school a quiet, meditative,

serious-souled friend called Ethel, and to Ethel must Ursula

confide the story Ethel listened absorbedly, with bowed,

unbetraying head, whilst Ursula told her secret Oh, it was so

lovely, his gentle, delicate way oflove! Ursula talked

like a practiced lover

"Do you think," asked Ursula, "it is wicked to let a ?"

"I should think," said Ethel, "it depends"

"He kissed me under the ash trees on Cossethay hill--do

you think it rong?"

"When?"

"On Thursday night when he was seeing me home--but real

kisses--real-- He is an officer in the army"

"What time was it?" asked the deliberate Ethel