She addressed Capes as though she spoke to him alone. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. I declare I'm almost afraid to go to the door. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. This woman, contrary to his custom, he answered. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry.
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