’ ‘Listen. She turned a resolute face southward. I believe I’m in love. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. He hated horizons. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. I beg that you will consider me your friend. What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless.
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