“You are the most perfect, the most glorious of created things—tender, frank intellectual, brave, beautiful. I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible. It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their necks. And all to find that picture of Mary Remenham. She closed her eyes, discerning the divinations he had been up to during her violin concert. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. I made the pies.
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