John looked at his feet bashfully. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. The stranger started at the
touch, and spoke. She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to
help pry it out. I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve
treated me so well. 260
“Can you turn me into one?”
“Yes, I can turn you into one tonight. "Well?" he whispered. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding
briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. “I have given it up,” she answered. . Even the light was different in
Athens, soft and golden, sweet as the morning dew
blessed by Athena herself. Hadn’t they settled that already?
“I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. She has also been afflicted with occasional returns of her terrible
malady. Gay," he added, turning to the poet.
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