He had promised her some
books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. ”
“Not exactly,” he answered nervously. Happy Birthday,
then. And in these crowded four weeks,
what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes
and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows,
only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had
plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. "You see?" Ruth said. Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. “But I have no troubles. ‘That’s what started the fracas,’ Gerald admitted ruefully, nursing his injured
hand as he recalled it. "
"You will never become that, Ruth. I know exactly what I am doing. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then
that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other.
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