She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. But luncheon and dinners you will sit at my table. And I don’t. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. Wood uttered something like an imprecation.
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