’” “Is ‘Alcide’ still in Paris?” Ennison asked. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. It's a long time since we met, eight years and more. They were bathing in the stream.
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