She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. If hopeless love for her made me a robber, it has also saved me many a crime. Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him. At second hand it would be unendurable. The bridge was open. Wow. "That's a fine tale," said Spurlock. . And her kind of love forgives everything and anything but infidelity. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. . "Good Lord!—cannibals?" "Aye.
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