‘You do not understand, Gérard. I followed you home on the train. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall.
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