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They lived the life of angels; for they worshipped each other as angels. From their coming steps, and their going steps arose the fragrances of flowers and they respired the aroma of their odors: each to forestall the other in little acts of tenderness and with the intuitiveness of inspiration which is love they penetrated to the wishes of the inner soul and delighted of the wonder of their perceptions [[guess]] [[]] [[]] morning one day any thee[[?]] day, varied only by increasing love increasing tenderness. Her [[]] were too pure to touch the dust, he lifted her in and out of convergences[[?]] and over obstacles that destroy the grace and harmony of womans movements and each day she seemed lighter because he grew stronger [[]] and beautiful breathing and living in this[[?]] this[[?]] exquisite atmosphere of this affection. Albert P. Ryder