“But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. “You must leave me your address if you please,” he said, as she rose to go. Love is one thing and friendship quite another. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. “Surely!” he remarked, with an expression of worried appeal. He never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for him.
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