Then he could hear Hilary breathing beside him, and from outside the muted twittering of birds. Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. ” She looked thoughtfully into the fire.
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