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"There are delicate boundaries within the realm of the eternal womanly," -- thus Niebeldingk reflected next day, -- "in which one is sorely puzzled as to what one had better put into an envelope: a poem or a cheque."
His latest adventure -- the cause of these reflections -- had blossomed, the evening before, like the traditional rose on the dungheap.