“You Mr. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. For the young, immortality must seem promising, even wonderful! The grass is always greener on the other side. Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. I was the last on board. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. But with the morning, the glorious unstained morning the passion of living would stir even the blood of a clod. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. The militiaman at once thrust the old man between the shoulder blades, pushing him into the kitchen.
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