To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. He saw it in book-covers, on the stage. Love—admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me. . The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. "I can't make you understand; I can't make you see things as I see them. "What do you want?" he asked, in a gruff voice. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school.
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