“And yet,” he said, “you bid me talk cheerfully, or not at all. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. “Oh, I can’t thank you. You’ve got me. He regarded that perennial miracle of pinning with wrathful eyes. " "Bring him here,—let me see him—let me embrace him—let me be assured that he is safe, and I am yours. ‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion.
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