You!" "Yes," she said steadily.
He was silent.
"I don't wish to be," she went on, an odd wistfulness in her voice.
"Can't we--be friends ?" Errington pushed his plate aside abruptly.
"You don't know what you're offering me," he said, in hurrying tones.
"If I could only take it!.

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But I've no right to make friends--no right.

I think I've been singled out by fate to live alone." "Yet you are friends with Miss de Gervais," she said quickly.
"I write plays for her," he replied evasively.