"Do you call this frantic glee happiness?" "It's all the happiness I have known for years," returned the widow, becoming suddenly calm, "and it's short-lived enough, as you perceive. They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection. He had heard this talk before. ‘I might have killed you,’ she snapped, ‘if only you did not say anything. I guess we could go for a ride. . It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. It was not the type of household where one could come and go at all hours, for this she was glad. Still, it was rather terrible to suspect that one had fallen from grace, but nevertheless the thing was possible. Does that boy live in some sort of personal cave? Like, I think he might even be thinking about asking you out again! That is what I think.
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