It would be only a matter of a few minutes, and then the isolation, the mystery, the return to a sweet past--to that intimacy in the studio where they had passed their happiest hours.

They would believe that no time had elapsed since their first meetings.
"No," she faltered with a weakening accent, seeking a last resistance.
"Besides, your secretary might be there, that Spaniard who lives with you.

How ashamed I would be to meet him again!" Julio laughed.

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