Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. Spurling; Austin had never quitted his post. He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man. “More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. She walked with an easy quickness down the Avenue and through the proletarian portion of Morningside Park, and crossing these fields came into a pretty overhung lane that led toward Caddington and the Downs. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it.
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