"I do hope you are not going to weep " said Nina. She and he sat on a far-sheltered corner of the terrace in the gray shadow, and she had just told him that "everything was over." As "everything" had been going on for the best part of three months, it was, perhaps, only natural that she should experience some concern as to how he meant to take it. He was slow to reassure her, and she was impatient. "Because," she explained, "I never know just what...
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