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. CHAPTER XIX. “Of course it is okay!” Cathy’s voice rose in volume and in pitch. They talked lightly and smoked cigarettes till Anna, with a little laugh, threw open the window and let in the cool night air.
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