Your fingers are even now as stiff as a schoolgirl’s. A message was dispatched from Florence that she was to again receive her future husband. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. By that time it seemed to them they had lived together twenty years. The address was of course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a terrifying space. 207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. “You are my friend,” she said, “if any one is.
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