She packed her things, then ran a mile to Julian’s apartment. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. “How are you?” He asked, realizing she was unnerved by the very sound of his voice. ’ The lady sighed and spread her hands. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. Why, there was drama in the very dress she wore! There was drama in the unusual beauty of her, hidden away all these years on a forgotten isle! "You've been lonely, too. ‘Shall we abandon the guard, then, sir?’ ‘Certainly not. Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily.
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