And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. Besides—there is Sir John. I spoke a thought aloud. I am—’ ‘Like me, entirely English. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. I won't dig their graves with my nails. A pair of long-lashed blue eyes studied them both as she slowly brought her hands down to rest by her sides. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. He may not know you’re in England, but if he has the smallest knowledge of your character, he must surely be expecting you. Perhaps an hour later he would begin again. But that is men all over.
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