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 think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. ” He seemed
bored. To be free of outward distraction, he
shut his eyes and concentrated upon the scraps she had given him; and shortly,
with his eyes still closed, he began to describe Ruth's island: the mountain at one
end, with the ever-recurring scarves of mist drifting across the lava-scarred face;
the jungle at the foot of it; the dazzling border of white sand; the sprawling store
of the trader and the rotting wharf, sundrily patched with drift-wood; the native
huts on the sandy floor of the palm groves; the scattered sandalwood and ebony;
the screaming parakeets in the plantains; the fishing proas; the mission with its
white washed walls and barren frontage; the lagoon, fringed with coco palms,
now ruffled emerald, now placid sapphire. Or become a thorough-going typist and stenographer and secretarial
expert. ‘May I, indeed? I’ll take you up on that. She had other boyfriends
and hung out at Foster’s only bar most of the time. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. ”
In the car, John was wound up. Boys keep you busy, don’t they?” Lucy said in a light
tone. And now she had sent Jack away. "The men.
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