S. Good riddance. "Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile of satisfaction. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. But no matter how you phrase it, the end is the same. ” “Why did you keep her all of these years? What good can it do?” “She created me, Lucia. Taking the wind was her business in life. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. White, my landlady, believes his story. He had kissed his wife on the mouth … and had been horrified! There was real madness somewhere along this road.
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