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‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. I didn't think. You are restless, aggressive, critical with all the crude unthinking
criticism of youth. Her eyes were wide and bright. I have
given up painting. "
"Who?" almost screamed Mrs. ”
The man smiled at him. She was
dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness:
her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady,
and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a
box, they had always been so precious. "
"It is life. He
looked at her, his eyes filled with excited terror and
astonishment at her move. Any man
might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to
care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried
in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. Capes was rather a discovery.
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