You see—I didn’t understand. We think the whole thing is straight and noble at bottom, and it isn’t. ’ She focused on Gerald’s face. " "I promise to ask no more. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. ‘He was very kind to me. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. ‘I do not steal,’ declared the lady hotly. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone.
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