Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand. “You need a reason. And Leonardo told me never to trust any man. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams.
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