It was dry, as if she had powdered it. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. ” Drummond looked up with mock eagerness. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. Or else—Else it will be impossible that I can be his friend. Then he got up and left her.
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