The stranger with a bow returned to his table. But I see now. We can get absorbed in play, in games, in the business we do. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. Odd, but he had never thought of the beach until this girl (who looked as if she had stepped out of the family album) referred to it with a familiarity which was as astonishing as it was profoundly sad. Brendon. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. I wanted the magic of love. ” “You have seen her—since last night?” “Yes. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his. Why did he imagine she was making this journey to England? She feigned interest. ’ A radiant smile dawned. “Only it is much too late for you to be out alone.
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