And when there is no longer any need to use it,
why then, enough you say—and throw it away. ‘Parbleu, how you make me talk!’
‘Your secret is safe with me, I promise you,’ Gerald said reassuringly. But tell me one
thing I don’t understand—tell me one thing: How can you help it by coming
down into the battle and the mire? That’s the thing that concerns me. Everything was fresh and
bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered
mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the
wayside. Part 3
Later they loitered along a winding path above the inn, and made love to one
another. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always
looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and
raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her,
echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and
enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. The
morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle.
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