” He shook her diminutive hand. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. Adventure rules, and morality—looks up the trains in the Bradshaw. As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. “It’s the spring,” he said.
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