Pablo Picasso Family at Saltimbanquesc painting
Alphonse Maria Mucha Winter painting
I am your friend and you are mine, for always," she said. "Such a friend as I never had before. I have had many dear and beloved friends--but there is a something in you, Leslie, that I never found in anyone else. You have more to offer me in that rich nature of yours, and I have more to give you than I had in my careless girlhood. We are both women--and friends forever."
They clasped hands and smiled at each other through the tears that filled the gray eyes and the blue. wheel went over him. He fell on his back. Anne--Anne--I can see it now. I shall always see it. Anne, all I ask of heaven is that that recollection shall be blotted out of my memory. O my God!"
"Leslie, don't speak of it. I know the storylittle dress; and since I had to lose little Joyce I like to think that the dress she wore was the one you made for her when you let yourself love me."
"Anne, do you know, I believe I shall always thought you were so beautiful--I longed for weeks after to find out who you were."
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