You always bring me the first , do n't you , Jeff ? Do you remember the first day we spent picking mayflowers together ? '' Jeff smiled . Could he forget ? But something held him back from speech . Sara put the flowers in a vase on the table , but slipped one starry pink cluster into the lace on her breast . She came and sat down beside Jeffrey ; he saw that her beautiful eyes had been weeping , and that there were lines of pain around her lips . Some impulse that would not be denied made him lean over and take her hand . She left it unresistingly in his clasp . `` I am very lonely now , Jeff , '' she said sadly . `` Father has gone . I have no friends left . '' `` You have me , '' said Jeffrey quietly . `` Yes . I should n't have said that . You are my friend , I know , Jeff . But , but -- I must leave Pinehurst , you know . '' `` I learned that tonight for the first time , '' he answered . `` Did you ever come to a place where everything seemed ended -- where it seemed that there was nothing -- simply nothing -- left , Jeff ? '' she said wistfully .
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