When I carried you up here like a bride, that is the way I wanted us to be, Mary Lucia. But I know a little place where we’ll get a little quiet talk. You will have lots of time on your hands. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. Others who have done, have found you false. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures.
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