It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. “You have the temperament,” he said.
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