” She replied weakly. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. “Come on in, Michelle. The lights rolled over, and were extinguished. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. “I am afraid,” she answered, “that one’s friends can judge only of the externals, and the things which matter, the things inside are realized only by oneself— stop. It is very important because I have lost my proof.
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