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Living in the s, she felt as if she were

discovering so new about him every minute His squirrels on the

roof made her think of hi,

and therefore singing fro, made her thrill and think of both of them His presents from other

women were a source of alland

and America, and were sent by women who had never even seen his face

They made her happy, they made her proud, they made her jealous

It was Rossi, Rossi, always Rossi! Every night on going to bed in her

poor quarters her last thought was a love-prayer in the darkness, very

simple and foolish and childlike, that he would love her always,

whatever she was, and whatever the world ht do

This an to break At the back of

her happiness there lay anxiety about her letter She counted up the

hours since she posted it, and reckoned the tiraphed she ht hear from him in three

days She did not hear

"He thinks it better to write," she told herself Of course he would