“We played at love-making in Paris. His room was last at the end of one winding corner. But he wrote on. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. ’ Then all at once remembrance made her smile. " "That's what troubles me," rejoined Ben.
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