She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. “Dear John,” she whispered. Prior to the great adventure, her mirrors had been the still pools in the rocks after the ebb.
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