‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness. He carried a small bag. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. 3. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings.
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