They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection. I want to be very plain with you. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. “Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping. Let me take the satchel, sir. That will be a fine day—it will have to be, when first you set eyes on Italy. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. Promise me that you’ll contact the police if she ever calls you on the phone, or worse, shows up at your school. He would get very cross one evening and no one would dare to remind him of it.
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