” They were eating quails when they returned to the topic of love. Sebastian looked up and stood. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. And there was another matter. The stags and oxen and things all have to fight for us, everywhere. ‘Léonore, then?’ She shook her head animatedly, enjoying his attention. Its parents have perished. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. 1. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. He made her tell him the core of the difficulty. Oh, yes; of Ruth herself he knew much; but the more he mulled over what he knew, the deeper grew his chagrin. She observed a man walking on the opposite side of the way and looking toward her. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting.
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