We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. “In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression. Capes flashed to an understanding of her intention, sprang to his feet, and opened the door for her retreat. She told her husband that she wished her nothing more than her own death.
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