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His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. ” “You’re lucky to live in an age when you can do so. ” “Bring me a whisky and soda, and a box of cigarettes,” Ennison answered, “and then leave me alone, there’s a good fellow. There are human limitations, and no doubt you reached yours. That is what my mother used to call me. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he was disposed to let bygones be bygones. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. But what he could do or might do she could not imagine. In a little while he and she were talking quite easily and agreeably. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. Hardened as he may be, that would touch him. "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.
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