Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes
since: the same outwardly; and yet…!
On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to
walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair
grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough
to argue about books, music, paintings. And you see, I don’t turn my back,
and I am looking at you and thinking about you from top to toe. . Nigel, you have not forgotten!”
“No,” he said, with a little bitter smile. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one
another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on
things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the
mountains and life like the sky. Here, Peter," he added to a curly-headed lad, who was playing on one
of the grassy tombs, "ask your father to step this way. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she
dragged out the black-wrapped foil.
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