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tree in the rain, caused a single phrase to flash through his mind: "A lily weeping in the storm..."He frowned inwardly, how had he become so poetic today! It seemed that he should quickly chase away...with her hand, and then lightly kicked him with her slender long legs!"Tell me first where you learned this, and I'll leave!"This is no small matter! He never taught this woman such a damaging tactic...