I have Miss Shepherd for my partner.

I touch Miss Shepherd's glove, and feel a thrill go up the right arm of my jacket, and come out at my hair.

I say nothing to Miss Shepherd, but we understand each other.

Miss Shepherd and myself live but to be united.
Why do I secretly give Miss Shepherd twelve Brazil nuts for a present, I wonder?
They are not expressive of affection, they are difficult to pack into a parcel of any regular shape, they are hard to crack, even in room doors, and they are oily when cracked; yet I feel that they are appropriate to Miss Shepherd.

Soft, seedy biscuits, also, I bestow upon Miss Shepherd; and oranges innumerable.