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It was to be a new encore for Angela when thenext season began. I will do
everything for the boy, not only becausehe is mine but for you and Angela. He
sat down on the steps disconsolately and took the boy on hisknees. Poor Angela,
poor helpless me, she thought.
It was the same withthem as before he had begun
to exist. I love a big, cool flower like that, said the little boy.
All the
time hekept filling his eyes and heart with the surprise and wonder of
hisliving son. If you everthreaten me again I shall give you a hypodermic
injection of lead.
The garrison found its cavalry suddenly
increased.
Silenceengulfed them and it grew darker in the long hall. No one
excepthimself had ever run just exactly like that.
Editors, if necessary, could
be prosecuted.
He set off down the long walk striking the speeding
circle,running, leaping.
The strength and the belief to doso had died in
her.
This, as if by premonition, he always suited exactly to their
mood.
Editors, if necessary, could be prosecuted.
After it was over he would
tell her about the surprise. I know now that I should have married youthen.
All
the best of the past is inEngland, the future safe, free. They looked at each
other with similar eyes for some time. If you everthreaten me again I shall
give you a hypodermic injection of lead.
We could have our dream thereagain and
watch the boy grow up, right, a gentleman. Apart of her dress which had been
torn was wrapped about her. He had pictured himselfas stepping aside. The
pedals on the pianofortethumped and squeaked. All the best of the past is
inEngland, the future safe, free.
How romantic it all is, my dear Debrülle! She
understoodother people and she understood herself. Away from this little man
ofbattles that troubles your peace.
Not precious moments snatched from
something else.
There is no reward except in remembering what we were toeach
other. When we left you, his voice began after a while whispering out
ofnothing, we went on to Naples. What more is there we can findanywhere than
each other?
For a moment theyboth gave themselves over to the illusion of
domestic simplicityand peace.
There was one water-lily growing therethat they
caught upon.
We could have our dream thereagain and watch the boy grow up,
right, a gentleman.
Do not ask me to say good-bye tohim, too.
Oh, my lover, my
only lover, she murmured. There is no more milk, said the cook showing signs of
hysteria.
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