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...You see, she wasn't a woman who ever inspired love. Only affection. It was absurd to be jealous over her. She was like a clear deep pool in a forest glade into which it's heavenly to plunge, but it is neither less cool nor less crystalline because a tramp and a gipsy and a gamekeeper have plunged into it before you."
Roy laughed again and this time Mrs. Driffield without concealment smiled thinly.
"It's comic to hear you so lyrical," said Roy.
Ah, literary friendship!
Roy laughed again and this time Mrs. Driffield without concealment smiled thinly.
"It's comic to hear you so lyrical," said Roy.
Ah, literary friendship!
