You are the High Priestess of Life. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. For Ruth was in love, tenderly and beautifully in love; but she did not know how to express it beyond the fetch and carry phase. “So Brendon and I,” he said, “have been troubled with the same fears. “My word holds,” she said. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice.
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