“Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I
think best. She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have
lost the power of movement. Before her stretched blank spaces,
dotted with running people coming toward her, and below them railings and a
statue. Spurling,
indignantly; "but I can tell you we have. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few
pages, what little information she had gathered on him
through the years. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a
little shy. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less
interesting because he was unsuccessful. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. ‘If you love me, you will say it, or else I will blow off your head. ‘If, in truth, you are a gentleman,’ she said in a trembling tone, ‘you will move
to the side that I may leave this room.
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