“A confusion of motives—that’s what I am!. ” He woke the glassy water to swirling activity again, and made the deep-blue shapes below writhe and shiver. “DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. " "That's well!" cried Jack. And from that they came back by way of the Kreutzer Sonata and Resurrection to Tolstoy again. “My dear man,” she exclaimed, “wasn’t that a foregone conclusion?” “You treat the matter lightly,” he continued. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short.
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