” “The Bubonic Plague?” He asked. "I have dreamed that I shall see him before I die," she rejoined. “It’s glorious good!” “Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond —do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our arms about each other. It is the immediate inspiration of confidence; it alleviates pain, because we know by that smile that pain is soon to leave us; it becomes the bulwark against our depressive thoughts of death; and it is the promise that we still have a long way to go before we reach the Great Terminal. We’re closer than you think. “I want to ask you a question,” he said. What she admired in her man was his resolute defense of his opinions.
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