He did not particularly care. Without Sheila, the denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the ability to communicate with each other. Half an hour afterwards the body of Jack was carefully examined. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. ’ Before the major could verify this, the lady reappeared. “It’s a new phase in the life history,” he remarked. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. "Clean and spotless, but beginning to show the wear and tear of constant use. These joyful bounds just lace into the stuff of my memories and stay there forever.
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