“When are you going away?” He asked. “Very likely,” he answered. He looked down and met them. "Tell me the truth, I implore you," cried Thames. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. That shining slope of snow, and how we talked of death! We might have died! Even when we are old, when we are rich as we may be, we won’t forget the tune when we cared nothing for anything but the joy of one another, when we risked everything for one another, when all the wrappings and coverings seemed to have fallen from life and left it light and fire. To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do.
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