"What poet was that?" "Stevenson. Sheppard, raising herself, and looking at him as if her life depended upon the answer. ‘And if it is true that you love me, I do not know why it is that you do not kiss me again at once. “You remind me of a little blue stone I had once. “It’s glorious good!” “Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond —do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our arms about each other. “I have stood it for a month, Anna,” he exclaimed. ’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. You were never married at all.
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