74/106 Tell me the truth; you know I can always tell when you are lying." "I have always thought of you," he said putting his hand on his heart, as if he were swearing before a judge. "What have you been doing all the time ?" He had brought his chair nearer to hers, and their knees touched. He took one of her hands, patting it and putting his finger in the glove opening. Oh, that accursed garden which would not permit greater intimacy and obliged them to speak in a low tone, after three months' absence!. |