"'Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. . The thought did not occur to her, for all thought had flown out of her head. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged. "Put it under my pillow," he said. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both.
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