I was grateful. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. “No Christmas dinner,” she said, “or anything nice! One doesn’t even know what you are doing.
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