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'that was a Tuesday. he came on Wednesday; he came on Thursday; he came on Friday; and he came on Saturday. it is true that each visit began, continued, or concluded with a declaration of love, but in between there was much room for silence. they sat on either side of the fireplace and sometimes the Archduke knocked over the fire-irons and Orlando picked them up again. then the Archduke would bethink him how he had shot an elk in Sweden, and Orlando would ask, was it a very big elk, and the Archduke would say that it was not as big as the reindeer which he had shot in Norway; and Orlando would ask, had he ever shot a tiger, and the Archduke would say he had shot an albatross, and Orlando would say (half hiding her yawn) was an albatross as big as an elephant, and the Archduke would say - something very sensible, no doubt, but Orlando heard it not, for she was looking at her writing-table, out of the window, at the door. upon which the Archduke would say, "i adore you," at the very same moment that Orlando said "look, it's beginning to rain," at which they were both much embarrassed, and blushed scarlet, and could neither of them think what to say next.'
V. Woolf, 'Orlando'