‘And it is not only a question of her identity, but a matter of her life as well. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere.
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