It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him. They do not come for me, to find me and bring me home. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. There is no future for me here.
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