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Flattened flowers aren’t
for the likes of us. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks
90
in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a
storm. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. ‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss. "I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little hand as
tightly as possible; "it's a secret!"
"I'll soon find it out, then," he returned, playfully forcing the paper from her
grasp. In a moment he
was beside her. . With a swirl of her
floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat,
accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. . . ’
‘And do not say you made a mull. Any man
might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to
care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried
in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. ”
“I wasn’t jesting,” said Capes, abruptly. Full as she was of him, it felt good to shower
her kill out of her hair. ‘Go then.
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