Friday is fine, and towards nightfall grows still milder, until it seems that even in the dawn of October a summer's night may be born.
paisa kamane wala aap, "Good-by, my—my beloved—cousin," he says, in a choked voice. I think the last word is an afterthought. He is tearing himself from all he holds most sacred upon earth, and the strain is terrible. He moves resolutely a a few yards away from her, as though determined to put space between him and her; yet then he pauses, and, as though powerless to withdraw from her presence, returns again, and, flinging himself on his knees before her, presses a fold of her gown to his lips with passionate despair.
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paisa kamane wala aap "Do you mean to tell me that I don't care for you?" says Rodney, quickly..
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