” He leaned to kiss her 131 and she returned his kiss, which she drew out, savored, and tried to memorize. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. ” “All the more reason why she shouldn’t get herself talked about. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. It is a true saying that in the mountains there is peace. ” He examined the emerald in his hands and placed it carefully on the glass table.
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