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“Oh, I can’t thank you. D. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. She began by being interested in his demonstrations and his biological theory, then she was attracted by his character, and then, in a manner, she fell in love with his mind. He drove her home that night, kissing her again and again at stoplights. Inquiring for Mrs. 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. It was now evident that he had not been normal that first day. She turned back to Gerald, holding out her hand. “Hey sis!” He cried drunkenly. Would to God I had.
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