” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. She felt her own body stir, ready for more. She had never heard anything so unholy. Run away now, please. Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it. The boiling under her stern, however, told him nothing.
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