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“Just remember, I have to make this up to you. That shining slope of snow, and how we talked of death! We might have died! Even when we are old, when we are rich as we may be, we won’t forget the tune when we cared nothing for anything but the joy of one another, when we risked everything for one another, when all the wrappings and coverings seemed to have fallen from life and left it light and fire. "Rowland," she said, in a faint voice, "I have not many minutes to live. Her heartbeat quickened. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves.
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