This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. She was only extemporizing, but a stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words
Daisy calls Nick an absolute rose, but even Nick knows she’s extemporizing. . But her sultry voice and appearance keep him from caring about that.
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