You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. Certainly, there wasn't a thing in the pockets. I keep on thinking of you. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own.
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