As they drove off again, Dorsa sighed softly, then said, "You know, Morocco, I've a strange feeling that I've fallen in love with you." Morocco remained silent. This lovely and unusual girl was weaving an oddly soothingweb about him. He felt any comment from him now would break her reverie, for she seemed to be talking more to herself than to him. "Although my eyes are wide open to the fact that I will not find the love I seek in you, Morocco, do you find it strande that I can say that I am passionately in love with what you are - and that I'm going to find it very diffcult to say good-by to you tonight?"
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