A few minutes later, they became engaged. The morning after as they sat at breakfast, he told her his name.
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In fact, though their acquaintance had been so short, they had guessed, as always happens between lovers, everything of any importance about each other in two seconds at the utmost, and it now remained only to fill in such unimportant details as what they were called; where they lived; and whether they were beggars or people of substance
Virginia Woolf: Orlando: A Biography