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Not all the arguments Martha advanced, and they were many and varied, had
the power to move Melusine. “It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a
peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be
friends. He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed magnificent tragedy by his pose. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild. Flinging her
back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp
to a letter. “I’ll go,” he said, “but I warn you that I shall find you out. We have only those
phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. She laid
her hand upon his arm. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently thereafter he purposely
crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb.
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