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He was fastidious, despite all his family said about the ladies with whom he had enjoyed affaires-de-coeur. It was not only that he was afraid that the husband of the lady in question might protest, it was that he himself was looking for perfection. He supposed all men like himself dreamt of finding an ideal woman – she would be beautiful, intelligent and would arouse in him sensations he had never yet felt. Strangely enough he had wanted to be truly in love ever since he had read the great Classics. He had adored his mother who had died when he was quite young and she held a place in his heart that no one else had ever filled. She had been so lovely, gentle, kind and understanding and he had felt when she died that somehow a part of him had gone with her. His father had been broken-h