It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. “Dare!” she said. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash.
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