. . See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. After feasting his eye upon this superb panorama, he was about to return, when he ascertained from a farmer that his nearest road to Willesden would be down a lane a little further on, to the right. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. All my life I've had to fight human wolves to hold what I have. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments.
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