It was a castoff of Shari’s from her brief obsession with sewing. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. ” “I can’t be portentous, dear, when you’re about. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. She did not try to approach him. They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight.
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