The young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. You’re NOT to go. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. He is coming here to tea.
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