He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. There will be no avoiding it. She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet. She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets which bustled day and night. It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her.
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