I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible. ” She laughed softly to herself. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. She knew that I cared for her, she had admitted that she cared for me. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac.
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