“Here is my card. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. I did not even know where to write and thank you. “Oh dear, I’m not dressed.
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