The Spread Eagle and Other Stories by Gouverneur Morris
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a strong dramatic sense. Or it may have been that her heart alone had
made up her mind, and that the secluded depths of the "ha-ha" had nothing to do with the matter. "Jim," she said as they began to descend into the place, "life's only a moment out of eternity, isn't it?" "Only a moment, Eve," he said, "a little longer for some than for others." "If it's only a moment," she said as they reached the bottom of the decline, and could only be seen by the blind granite wall and the blind ocean, "I think it ought to be complete." "Why, Eve!" he said, his voice breaking and choking. "Honestly?... My Eve!... Mine!... Look at me.... Is it true?... Are you sure?... Why, she's sure!... My darling's sure ... all sure." * * * * * Later he said: "And you don't care about money, and you've got the biggest, sweetest heart in all the world. And it's mine, and mine's yours." "I can't seem to see anything in any direction," she said, "beyond you." * * * * * Later they had to separate, only to meet again at a dinner. Before they went in they had a word together in a corner. |
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