“He was a friend of your sister’s, was he not?” “I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. Voilà tout. If only to say goodbye. Sometimes these dreams are simple and tender; sometimes they are magnificent. 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 was stupid—stupid and impulsive beyond measure to burst upon you in this way.
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