“Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. ‘If ever I met such a pair of lunatics!’ ‘Give me that, Hilary,’ Gerald said at once, ignoring his remark and reaching out for the handkerchief. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. No instrument I've ever used has done me such good service.
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