The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. ‘No doubt accompanied by the latest crim con tales. Her impressions of this cardinal ceremony were rich and confused, complicated by a quite transitory passion that awakened no reciprocal fire for a fat curly headed cousin in black velveteen and a lace collar, who assisted as a page. You wish another name? Eh bien. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true.
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