It’s an emerald. But, if you've a spark of love for me, don't meddle with anything in that house. I firmly believe that she is as straight as a die. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. “You’ll be there, right?” She asked, hearing his breathing audibly jump. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget.
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