” “And in Paris——” “In Paris,” he interrupted, “she was a very delightful companion, but beyond that —one did not take her seriously. We may be stopped. I cannot let you go. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. ‘Quickly! You must get up. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull.
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