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. \"I guess so. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. I wonder if you will mind very much when I tell you they were suggested by you. Thwart me, and I become your mortal enemy. With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking us. It’s not like we’re getting married.
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