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A Dill PickleAnd then, after six years, she saw him again. He was seated at one of those little bamboo tables decorated with a Japanese vase of paper daffodils. He was peeling an orange. He must have felt that shock of recognition in her for looked up and met her eye! Incredible! He didnt know her. She smiled, he frowned. She came towards him. He closed his eyes an instant, but opening them his face lit up as though he had struck a match in a dark room. He laid down the orange and pushed back his chair.Vera! he exclaimed. How strange. Really, for a moment I didnt know you. Wont you sit down? Wont you have some coffee?Yes, Id like some coffee. And she sat down opposite him. Youve changed. Youve changed very much, he said, staring at her with eager, lighted look. You look so well. Ive never seen you look so well before. Really? She raised her veil and unbuttoned her high fur collar. I dont feel very well. I cant bear this weather, you know.Ah,no. You hate the cold...Loathe it. She shuddered. And the worst of it is that the older one grows... He interrupted her. Excuse me, and tapped on the table for waitress. Please bring some coffee and cream. To her: You are sure you wont eat anything? No, thanks. Nothing.Then thats settled. And smiling he took up the orange again. You were saying--the older one grows-- The colder, she laughed. But she was thinking how well she remembered that trick of his--the trick of interrupting her--and of how it used to exasperate her six years ago. The colder, he echoed her words, laughing too. Ah, ah. You still say the same things and there is another thing about you that is not changed at all-- your beautiful voice. I dont know what it is-- Ive often wondered--that makes your voice such a --haunting memory... Do you remember that first afternoon we spent together at Kew Garden? You were so surprised because I did not know the names of any flowers. I am still just as ignorant for all your telling me. But whenever its ver