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was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his
face, or what she had remembered of it. “Do YOU go across the Park?”
“Not usually. You care for me just a little, I know. ’
He moved to his friend and grasped his hand in a gesture as deliberately
dramatic as the storytelling of mademoiselle. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words
to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and
trains! And, oh the beautiful books!
She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. She turned her head to each side. If they are not obvious errors, they are left as in the original. “You have not feeling enough. I
want my freedom. Old farmhouses
loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like
mourners. Next moment, he had Melusine by the arm. “I will tell you as much as this,” she continued. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips.
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