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igar, bent towards her, and said-- ¡¡¡¡`You are not going to turn away like that, dear? Come!' ¡¡¡¡`If you wish,' she answered indifferently. `See how you've mastered me!' ¡¡¡¡She thereupon turned round and lifted her face to his, and remained like a marble term while he imprinted a kiss upon her cheek-half perfunctorily, half as if zest had not yet quite died out. Her eyes vaguely rested upon the remotest trees in the lane while the kiss was given, as though she were nearly unconscious of what he did. ¡¡¡¡`Now the other side, for old acquaintance' sake.' ¡¡¡¡She turned her head in the same passive way, as one might turn at the request of a sketcher or hairdresser, and he kissed the other side, his lips touching cheeks that were damp and smoothly chill as the skin of the mushrooms in the fields around.