\" She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy who she had borrowed the pencil from. " "'The avenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer'," said Wood, who was culling for himself certain texts from the scriptures. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. ‘Yes, but I do not know why he should wish to do so, and therefore I cannot permit that he interferes. 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.
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