Don't come too close, I think I'm getting the flu. In Cambridge, every familiar sight was a shock. Her hair fell forward in a frosted-gold curve, hiding her face. Shadows were deep as velvet yet she could see into them quite clearly.
Previously she had been at ease with him, but now she felt as if she had wronged him, or owed him some enormous debt. So many reasons. You can't use the excuse of flu to hide in your room. aight-faced and quiet, Elizabeth smug, David and Anne their unaffected cheerful selves.
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