But you must promise me not to go near that abandoned hussy at Willesden. A shaft of searing heat plunged downward. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the silence became oppressive. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon.
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