I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. Under the plumed hat, her eye kindled. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. At this gate two paths meet.
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