A town called Foster. “I will make of the days and weeks one long morning, but remember the afternoon must come. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. “You see,” she said, very gently, “I AM going. This was in Tennessee. Have you not tired of sadness and pain?” 81 She thought she could hear tears in his voice but would not look at him. They were things I had meant very much to talk to you about, so that I went home vexed and disappointed, and only relieved myself a little by writing a few verses. ‘And she’s—’ She broke off, a sudden light in her eyes. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before.
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