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“Ah,
no. You hate the cold…” “Loathe it.” She shuddered. “And the worst of it is that the colder one grows…” He interrupted her. “Excuse me,” and tapped on the table for the waitress: “Please bring some coffee and cream.” to her: “You are sure you won’t eat anything?” “No, thanks. Nothing.” “Then that’s settled.”(12) And smiling he took up(13) the orange again. “You were saying --- the colder one grows…” “The colder,” she laughed. But she was thinking how well she remembered that trick of his ---the trick of interrupting her --- and of how it used to exasperate(14) her six years ago. “The colder!” He echoed her words, laughing too. “Ah, ah. You still say the same things. And there is another thing about you that is not changed at all --- your beautiful voice. I don’t know what it is --- I’ve often wondered --- that makes your oice such a haunting(15) memory … Do you remember that first afternoon we spent together at Kew Gardens? You were so surprised because I did not know the names of any flowers. I am still just as ignorant for all your telling me.(16) But whenever it is very fine and warm, and I see some bright colours I hear your voice saying: ‘Geranium, marigold, and verbena…’ You remember that afternoon?” |
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