That shining
slope of snow, and how we talked of death! We might have died! Even when we
are old, when we are rich as we may be, we won’t forget the tune when we cared
nothing for anything but the joy of one another, when we risked everything for
one another, when all the wrappings and coverings seemed to have fallen from
life and left it light and fire. "
"They always act like that after drink," said Ruth, casually. It was as if
her finite human brain could only store a limit of
information, details like hair color and fingernail shape
easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin
or the emotion of a shoulder blade. What would it be without
that safeguard?”
Ogilvy pursued his own topic. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we
are verse and you are prose. One marked difference
between the poor outcast, who, oppressed by poverty, and stung by shame, had
sought temporary relief in the stupifying draught,—that worst "medicine of a
mind diseased,"—and those of the same being, freed from her vices, and restored
to comfort and contentment, if not to happiness, by a more prosperous course of
events, was exhibited in the mouth. She should leave sooner, but she just could not bear
missing the event. We close the chapter. \" He mumbled, his eyes on her breasts.
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