It was the first expression of the mother's blood. I burned it. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do
with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes
when they met, as he was tonight. Her head was
downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of
various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she
was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks. ” He frowned. It
would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. I cannot answer that question. 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.
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