” “I think I am. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. 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. That’s really our choice now, defy—or futility. It generalized everything she put to it. “It was not necessary,” Sir John answered stiffly. He had been quite right to sit down. . ‘You do not understand, Gérard. But once he had steered the lady down the hall and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of society. Get a license—just an idea of mine. The theme was a masquerade.
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