’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease. “I have noticed,” he said, “that you seem to delight in taking a topsy-turvy view of life. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. “But you’re wrong. If you fall upon a good pearl, buy it in barter and pay me out of your salary. A lucky escape. “I will take my chance. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly. He was also aware that all his arguments would shatter themselves against her resolutions. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. ” And she pressed her lips together in white resolution and nodded, and she was manifestly full of that same passion for conflict and selfsacrifice that has given the world martyrs since the beginning of things.
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