To embrace the embracer, is it not the tiniest caress and the least sort of a bond?
And yet it is so sternly prohibited.
Again they seemed to me to be without age.
They were like all lovers, while they held hands, their faces joined, trembling and blind, in the shadow of a kiss.
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They broke off, and disengaged themselves from their embrace, whose meaning they had not yet learned.
They talked with their innocent lips.