She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. Stanley poured wine. That's the kind, my friend, that always fall soft. ’ ‘I do not lie to you now,’ she said, near frantic at the thought of losing him.
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