Java Head by Joseph Hergesheimer
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"I didn't mind, so much." "Thank you," he replied almost harshly. "There's no need for you to regret it. No need, no need. But if it were only a year more--." "We all grow older," she told him wisely. "So we do, Sidsall, and we change. But you should stay exactly as you are now, white and young and fragrant. Never the fruit but always the blossom, and always a night in early summer. The afterwards is an indifferent performance." "I don't understand," her voice was shadowed. "Sidsall for a moment. Don't move--opening petals, shy pure heart...loveliness...." "I don't understand," she repeated, but the trouble had vanished. She even smiled at him: she was filled with an absolute security in her vision of Roger Brevard. Why, she had no need to question; it was an instinct beyond search and above knowledge; perhaps, she thought as they turned toward the house, its name was love. VII The days, to Nettie Vollar, seemed to be both unutterably dull and |
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