“Great. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. ’ He slid slowly down and collapsed to the stone floor, fainting dead away. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. ” “I don’t see why I shouldn’t.
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