’ He bowed. “You know,” he went on, “this doesn’t seem to me to end anything. ” The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure. Wood heard the cry. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. She had pushed aside her azure veil, taken off her snow-glasses, and sat smiling under her hand at the shining glories—the lit cornices, the blue shadows, the softly rounded, enormous snow masses, the deep places full of quivering luminosity—of the Taschhorn and Dom. " "But you are young!" It was a protest, almost vehement. He displayed none of the airy optimism of their previous talk over the downland gate. But the clearly definite thing was the ultimate escape. He uttered a short laugh. I cannot work, I cannot teach. "It is not too late to repair the wrong I have done my nephew," cried Trenchard. That is why they are permitted to rush in where angels fear to tread—and survive their daring! This supreme protection, this unwritten warranty to disregard all laws, occult or apparent, divine or earthly, may be attributed to the fact that none but young fools dream gloriously. We aren’t worth it. It’s the only clean way for us.
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