She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. Montague Hill. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. “Do you like my dress?” “Yes, the dress is beautiful, but you are much more beautiful than any dress. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed cheerfully. Kneebone. Of all the amazing coincidences. She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs. En tout cas, why had he not returned? She pondered the question as, later, she paced about her favourite retreat.
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